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A month or so ago, after exiting the train and beginning my walk home after work, a car passed by playing Exploration Of Space. I stopped in my tracks for about 10 seconds, trying to place the melody. Had the version been the Green Court Remix or Cosmic Gate's original, I'd have been able to ID it instantly. But it was a version I'd never heard, in the style of Rocco & Bass-T or SveN-R-G vs. Bass-T. So my brain immediately tilted to that side before catching the right scent.
A noteworthy incident: I was mere feet away from home when this car passed by; I was already on my block. In fact I'm almost positive I was in front of my gate.
Ya gotta love the universe. A part of me wonders, Did I miss my chance at this soulmate concept some people swear by? Who was this mystery person in the US that was listening to real music? Man? Woman? Girl? Boy? Young? Old?
Was the person alone, or did he or she have a passenger? I imagine alone. Exploration Of Space isn't the kind of song one would play for somebody.
. . .
This post didn't have a point initially, but I guess I can talk about how I procrastinate my own health. Always a fun subject.
In my defense ~a week off work didn't give me a lot of free time to get my ears checked, and I went on vacation for a few days too.
But since I have less days of work for the summer, I'll try to set aside a Friday for it.
It really is imperative I find out what's going on. I can't shake the feeling there's a connection between my mood swings and the aches. Specifically, when my ear is "open," I feel euphoric and alive and anxiety-free. And the converse holds true: when my ear is "closed," I feel hopeless and dead inside.
Which is unfortunate because I experience more uninterrupted days where my ear is closed. Feeling this constant pressure in my ear is frustrating when I have a point of reference for moments where I don't feel it; the frustration borders on rage sometimes. At least if I didn't have knowledge of the other, I wouldn't know what I was missing.
I marvel at how no one seems to notice how miserable I am inside. But maybe that goes toward how well I masked anything growing up; I've come to be an expert at hiding.
A noteworthy incident: I was mere feet away from home when this car passed by; I was already on my block. In fact I'm almost positive I was in front of my gate.
Ya gotta love the universe. A part of me wonders, Did I miss my chance at this soulmate concept some people swear by? Who was this mystery person in the US that was listening to real music? Man? Woman? Girl? Boy? Young? Old?
Was the person alone, or did he or she have a passenger? I imagine alone. Exploration Of Space isn't the kind of song one would play for somebody.
. . .
This post didn't have a point initially, but I guess I can talk about how I procrastinate my own health. Always a fun subject.
In my defense ~a week off work didn't give me a lot of free time to get my ears checked, and I went on vacation for a few days too.
But since I have less days of work for the summer, I'll try to set aside a Friday for it.
It really is imperative I find out what's going on. I can't shake the feeling there's a connection between my mood swings and the aches. Specifically, when my ear is "open," I feel euphoric and alive and anxiety-free. And the converse holds true: when my ear is "closed," I feel hopeless and dead inside.
Which is unfortunate because I experience more uninterrupted days where my ear is closed. Feeling this constant pressure in my ear is frustrating when I have a point of reference for moments where I don't feel it; the frustration borders on rage sometimes. At least if I didn't have knowledge of the other, I wouldn't know what I was missing.
I marvel at how no one seems to notice how miserable I am inside. But maybe that goes toward how well I masked anything growing up; I've come to be an expert at hiding.