Supernatural Experiences In Real Life

A Love Hate Relationship

Only true Supernatural fans can understand the pain and heartbreak of the song, Carry On My Wayward Son.

So I'm going to tell you two stories today that both have to do with that song.

The first one happened at Fish Day.

My boyfriend wanted to do karaoke, (Is that how you spell it? Kareoke?), so I agreed.

We were in the tent with all these drunk people.

Insert awkward jazz hands here.

We were like the youngest people there.

CORRECTION!!!

We were the youngest people there.

Cause everyone else was fucking drunk as balls.

Lol.

I just used a jacksepticeye reference.

LOVE YOU SEAN!

We were over by the song list, flipping through the pages.

I didn't know the songs, he didn't know the songs, it was a horrible mess.

I wanted to do Sugar Were Going Down but they didn't have very recent songs.

My boyfriend found a song that I didn't know so he did that by himself.

Leaving me to pick a different one that I barely knew.

After much searching, I found Carry On My Wayward Son.

I was shaking really badly at this point and it wasn't even my turn.

When I did get up there, it was really awkward since it had allot of, EPIC! Guitar solos and I am a horrible dancer so I wasn't even going to try that.

When I did finally finish though I was still shaking terribly!

To make things worse, I had a voice crack in the middle of he song since I was shaking so bad.

It only happens when I'm singing so it really fucking sucks.

The second story for today is about that one commercial that takes place in a gas station.

I honestly have no idea which one it is or what it's even for...

Beer maybe?

But the one dude starts singing the song and every time he does I have a mental breakdown.

Here's how it might go...

Carry On My Wayward Son.

They'll Be Peace When You Are Done.

Lay Your Weary Head To Rest.

*Me sitting on the couch screaming since they don't finish the phrase*

*Brother walks in*

"What's wrong?"

"THIS STUPID FUCKING COMMERCIAL DIDNT FINISH MY BABY!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"DONT YOU CRY NO MORE!"

And then I run upstairs to my bedroom to hibernate underneath my covers and watch Supernatural for the elevendy-millionth time in a row.