The Soundtrack of our lives...Music. It's amazing. Somehow these rhymical songs connect with a deep primitive part of our minds. It evoks emotions, thoughts, memories, and ideas. You don't need to be into music to be affected by it. It might be the most human art form. Not everyone is affected by paintings or film or pro wrestling, but everyone is affcted by at least a song or two.
I listen to music to reflect my mood. When I'm sad, I listen to sad music. The logic might be to listen to happy music to make me happy, but it doesn't work that way. When I'm down, I listen to down music. It's cathartic. It helps get the emotions past. When I feel out of place in the world, I listen to Miseria Catera by AFI and it reminds me of a great road trip with friends and the greatest wrestling show and match I have ever seen live. When I feel depressed about women, I play November Raid by Guns 'N Roses. It reminds me of cruising in Mike's car with Chris and Brent and everyone singing along. Or sometimes I'll just listen to Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi. It doesn't evoke any memories, but it can bring me to tears. Sometimes all it takes the length of a song to move past sadness. Sometimes it takes several days and many songs. But in the end that unexplainable hold music has on all people takes hold of me and takes me to a much better place.
Two Posts In One...As I posted earlier, I put my heart on the line too often. I've been burned many, many times in my life. Some range from a mild disappointment that lasts a few days to heart wrenching agony that utterly shatters any confidence I may have built up in myself. This is why one month I have no fear and the next I'll be too shy to move. I could rattle of dozens and dozens of names that have made or broken me over the years, but I only want to talk about a few recents ones. I won't, though. There are just things that as much as I want to say... I don't want the world at large to know. They may not want to have me talk about them in a public forum. They may not want to even read the truth on how I feel. I know I come off sounding creepy and pathetic anyway.
I'm ready for the heel turn, and I'm not talking about wrestling.
