"“What’s your theme song?”"
“"My what?"”
"“Ya know your theme song, the song that describes you and always picks you up?”"

Blankly, I replied, “"You want to know what my theme song is.”"

I visibly rolled my eyes at her. I couldn’t help it, it was inevitable. A theme song? That’s more cliché than identifying with Alley McBeal or Carrie Bradshaw. She waited, glaring at me as though it was a simple question such as, what’s you favorite color?

“"Okay – perhaps I am asking you the question wrong”. A song that picks you up when you are feeling down.”"
"And… it’s supposed to describe my life and the life I want to believe I am living?”
“"Something like that.”"

Looking at her I knew she was serious and wanted an honest response from me. She was sincere in her question, any response I could give would have been grabbing at cultural straws trying and reaching for the answer she was looking for. I was not aware of this cultural phenomenon where I am supposed to allow a repetitive chorus followed by a few guitar solos to define my life.

“"Come on now I’ve read some of your blog, – you must have a song.”"

I wanted to blurt out and say, “Baby, I am a lot more than my blog and a fucking song.”
Instead I replied, “I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

Do most people have a theme song?
After going for my run this evening and realizing the one song I tend to loop on my IPOD is "Express Yourself" by Salt N' Peppa -its a little old but has lots of rhythm