Long before I discovered counseling, I had my own version of therapy. It was called “listen to this song because it’s about exactly what you’re going through so someone GETS you right now, it’s like they KNOW.”
And then I turned 16 and wised up.
Throughout my teenage years, then college to now, I’ve always been one to find that song or that playlist that just fits. It fits my mood, it fits my life, it fits my situation, its like someone looked inside my head then wrote it.
I have like, 4 CDs from college I made when I was on the low side of the depression spectrum and I listen to them now and know exactly what was going on then. And, strangely, a lot of them were full of country music. (The Roommate will be so proud.)
Nowadays, most of the songs I listen to or have on my selected playlist are for their quality. Or their cool lyrics. Or the fact that they are rap songs from back in the day and I still know all the words and want to sing them loud in my car.
Every once in a while one will come along that I really grab on to. It seems to read my mind.
And sometimes, my mind, like almost anyone else in the world unless they are a robot, is angsty. Not about any one thing in particular really, but when it’s love-related, it’s Adele. Except, B.A. (Before Adele) nobody did angsty like Maroon Five. And they’re apparently still at it.
Because I am hooked on “Payphone.” Not because I’m hung up on a boy or because it brings back memories of having to use an actual pay phone once upon a time, like when I needed my parents to come pick me up from the movie theater.
Nah. It’s just a catchy, angsty song. And it has my two favorite curse words in it. And Adam Levine’s sweet, sweet voice. So that can’t hurt.