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Did the Earth Still Turn Before Linkin Park?

The greatest blessing in my life today is the ability to run on that heavenly treadmill at my gym. I am overflowing with gratitude from every fiber of my being for my two legs (even the aching knee), that glorious machine made of plastic and gears and moving band, and Linkin Park.

I needed some decent music for running today, and still haven't figured out what brand of crack I was smoking when I decided that "Joy to the World" and "Hips Don't Lie" were good choices for a running workout. As I frantically searched my iPod for something...anything with a pounding beat that could blast away all the crap in my head, I clicked on "Don't Stay" by Linkin Park.

"Don't stay...forget our memories."

And I clicked repeat.

"Just give me myself back, and don't stay."

And I clicked repeat.

"I don't need one more day of you wasting me away."

And I clicked repeat.

It was heaven. The song shouted and screamed and pounded away at everything I've been thinking and feeling and wishing and forcing to happen. By the time my mile and a half was finished, I was ready to take on the world again. The conversation that fouled up my day was a distant memory, and I made my decision to go ahead and get my masters in social work so I can one day open up a private counseling practice.

It's now my theme song. Expect it to be on daily rotation in my head.

Comments

Christy said…
Alright, alright. I was going to take you to task for Linkin Park being your choice. But the lyrics don't lie, so...you can have them. I should think Metallica would also be good for running. Maybe Electric Six - they're pretty profane, but some of their songs really crack me up...
frabjouspoet said…
Now I wonder what you were going to say about Linkin Park! I have some Metallica on my iPod, so I'll check them out next. And since I've never heard of Electric Six, I will definitely look into them. Profane doesn't bother me...usually makes me laugh.
YESSS!!! I'll totally lay on your couch first!!!!
frabjouspoet said…
I'll save you a spot! :)

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