I started getting crushes on people from a very young age. Um… Year Two to be exact. He had brown hair, was really good at soccer, and all the other girls liked him too.
High school only increased the frequency. My lack of spine, and desperate yearning to be liked meant I once had the whole discography of Coldplay on my iPod shuffle. I don’t know how much I actually liked Coldplay. I don’t know how much I actually liked The Smiths and the Velvet Underground. Except with the unbridled knowledge that was what the moody floppy-haired boys I liked listened to. I ran a tumblr blog of all the indie band boys I swooned over: Alex Turner <3.
I’ve mixed it up with some actual personal favourites (to show character development):
Playlist one: It’s 2013 & ur never actually going to talk to the cute boy in jazz band
- Sunday Morning by The Velvet Underground
- Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths
- Under Cover of Darkness by The Strokes
- Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous
- God Put a Smile Upon Your Face by Coldplay
- Childhood’s End by Majical Cloudz
- Retrograde by James Blake
- Where Is My Mind? by Pixies
- Arabella by Arctic Monkeys
- Easy Easy by King Krule
- Obvious Bicycle by Vampire Weekend
- Baby by Devendra Banhart
In an expected turn of events, my infatuations gave no fucks to gender boundaries. My first girlfriend and I would write love letters to each other in stats class: very cute! Before we were even brave enough to admit our feelings to each other, she wrote me a playlist on this scrap piece of lime-green-milkshake coloured card. Big shout out to S.W, sorry for breaking your heart when we were 16!
Playlist two: S.W my first love x
- Venus by The Feelers
- Laura by Bat for Lashes
- Pillow Talk by Wild Child
- Conversation 16 by The National
- Keep the Streets Empty for Me by Fever Ray
- Clementine by Sarah Jaffe
- Wild World by Yusuf/Cat Stevens
- Keep Me High by Adaline
- Silk by Giselle
- Werewolf by Fiona Apple
- Blush by Wolf Alice
Then I was seventeen, and I had another girlfriend. How did I find myself another one? I don’t know. Perhaps going to the largest high school in Australasia gave me a larger sample pool. My way of flirting with M.M was by asking what her favourite 1975 song was, smooth Sherry. Fucking smooth. I also got my heart broken for the first time, and thank god Lorde released Melodrama when she did.
Playlist three: M.M It’s all g we met up for our post-break up coffee last month
- Exchange by Bryson Tiller
- Don’t by Bryson Tiller
- Bang Bang by Lawrence Taylor
- Oceans by Seafret
- Ladies Hit Squad by Skepta
- Simple Things by Miguel
- Coffee by Miguel
- Bed Peace by Jhene Aiko
- Loving Someone by The 1975
- Rum Rage by Sticky Fingers
- Notion by Tash Sultana
- Liability by Lorde
The third heartbreak. More adult now! Hurts more and less at the same time, because you know you can pick yourself up again, but man, your chest is tired! Big shaka brah to the girls on my debate team in Dunners when shit went up the fan!! (who all offered to send me their post-breakup playlists). A Fun Fact: for those who read my column last year, the start and end of this relationship is now immortalised in Craccum, so thanks UoA!
Playlist four: Sometimes you’ll never get the post-break up coffee you want.
- Medicine by Daughter
- C’est la vie by Tinashe
- 11 Hours (Branchez Remix) by Wet
- Talia by King Princess
- My Life by Zhu/Tame Impala
- One More by Yaeji
- No One by Mothica (Kayge Calypso & Dunn Remix )
- Agnes by Glass Animals
- Problems by Petite Biscuit/Lido
- Say it First by Sam Smith
- New York by St. Vincent
- Move On by Garden City Movement
I haven’t really been single for more than a few months since my first relationship of 16. I haven’t not been pining over someone, or absent of butterfly crushes since my first one on Orlando Bloom: aged 6.
This year I’m going to be aggressively single, 2k19.
But I’m an overly romantic ENFP Virgo with Gemini moon rising. It’s a lesson I didn’t think I needed to swallow until I drunk called my summer-fling. She replied, all the way from Adelaide: “okay Sherry it sounds like your love with the idea of being in love with people, and you are doing a shit job of being single.” And like any good student magazine editor, she hung up and sent me an article on how she learnt to let go. (Bailey take notes: this is how I expect editors of Uni magazines to shut me down when I drunk hotline bling them).
But she was right. It was a kick up my bum that I needed to be young, and spend some time figuring and cementing myself, by myself. I commend all the high-school sweethearts and completed wholes out there, but I did not get Spotify Premium to make break-up playlist after breakup playlist.
Wind by Emmit Fenn