I just heard the live acoustic version of Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know,” which reminded me of an interesting and bizarre fact I learned in recent months.Â Alanis has admitted since its release that YOK was, in fact, based on one of her real-life relationships.Â Apparently, the most likely candidate for Mr. Duplicity?
Dave flippin’ Coulier.Â That’s right.Â The guy from “Full House” who did Donald Duck impressions is (most likely) the guy Alanis is singing about.Â Boggles the mind, does it not?Â I mean, Uncle Jesse I could see; John Stamos is legitimately hot enough to marry Rebecca Romjin.Â But Uncle Joey? It’s just hard to imagine a rock star getting that worked up about him.
Of course, I’m not entirely unfamiliar with unresolved anger myself; a fact that seems to be smacking the forefront of my brain with increasing frequency over the last week or two.Â How does one resolve unresolved anger?Â The fact that it’s still there, making one nauseous, half a decade or so later tends to indicate that it’s not going to go away on its own.Â Which brings up the whole question of the subject or subjects of your anger.Â Is there some kind of statute of limitations on having to account for (or at the very least, hear about) one’s less-than-stellar actions and poorer-than-acceptable judgments?
And what happens when the person who wronged you is a completely different person now?Â Or has done their best to make amends?Â Or is dead?Â Or locked up in a looney hatch?
And then there’s the matter of unfinished grief.Â If you’re grieving something or someone, let me just tell you–don’t put it off “till things settle down” or backburner it for the sake of those around you who are brittle as bone china themselves and need you to not crack first.Â Because then you’re left like me and Chris, crying (or choking back tears) in the breakfast meats section of Wal-Mart because you suddenly heard your loved-and-lost one clear as a bell in your head, saying “It’s Wright Bacon.Â Just remember, it’s the right bacon…”
When bacon brings a tear to your eye, or the sight of a particular Krogers makes your stomach tie up in knots, it is perhaps time to deal with some of those unresolved issues, people.Â Either that, or write a snarky top 40 tune that you will one day re-release as the “live and acoustic version.”