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Sound Salve

I love music, I do…but let me let you in on a secret. I need it more than I want it. If I have no instrumental to drown out my thoughts there is cerebral echo. My thoughts don’t just speak, they yell and repeat in an annoying round like a song at a Girl Scout campfire. The music competes with the noise and wins eventually. My heart beats to baseline, my mind follows the melody. The harmony would be my conscience’s ad-libs.

I’ve been conditioned to genres. Heavy metal is my anger while jazz plays coy in the background when I’m shy. Yes, I have shy moments. Classical is the echelon of organized thought I seek to attain. It’s my precursor, my mentor, my intellectual prototype. I stride in salsa while breathing the blues.

Music is my security blanket and enabler. It’s the friend that passes me another shot knowing I’ve had enough. I throw it back to prove I’m not a lightweight. My ears flood, my speakers blow and my mind goes…

Compositions.

Music is a hidden arithmetic exercise of the soul, which doesn’t know that it is counting.

~ Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz (via vanachexfortune)

Lost without you...

This morning, I try to force myself to be productive by packing my purse with my school notebook and notecards to study. This was actually a great idea. [Yay!]

However…I took everything out to make more room in the purse for my academic ish and forgot to put my headphones back in there!!! I didn’t realize this until I was 10 minutes from work and 20 minutes from home, you know I wasn’t turning around. Gas costs too much. 

You might say, “So what?! They’re just headphones…you’ll live.” Lord willing, I will…but these are not just electronic accessories to me. They keep me calm and collected, kind of a like a cigarette without the looming threat of cancer. They are also my shield from harsh words, ugly city sounds on the commute, and co-workers who just feel the need to stop at my desk and gossip. I feel so naked, so unprepared for life. I feel like I’m walking around with one earring or something only for everyone to talk to me but not tell me I’m missing an earring. Don’t you hate that?

I rarely forget my headphones but in event that I do, I go to my plan B. It’s not really effective but it makes me feel better that I can create my own soundtrack for the day. I beatbox and drum on everything in sight.   

*sigh*