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emo-therapy.

December 13, 2007    |    0 COMMENT(S)

According to physicians, stress is one of the leading causes of sickness and death. It has been a plague, killing us gently one by one. There a lot of ways to battle stress. Squeezing a stress ball with all your might is one. Shouting at the top of your lungs is two. Writing your thoughts in a diary or journal (like this one perhaps?) is another. And ripping the head of your doll -- well, that works for some. We all have our ways.

But I think the most popular, if not the most effective, way of taking out all the anxiety on your body is by singing your heart out to an angsty punk-rock emo song. How many nights have you spent, with the volume turned to the maximum, mouthing Dashboard Confessional's "Hands Down" while lying in bed? How many times have you and your friends crooned to Fall Out Boy's "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" all while thinking of your oh-so-tragic love affairs? How many hours have you spent doodling down Jimmy Eat World lyrics at the back of your Physics notebook as your iPod plays? I won't deny that I'm guilty of the abovementioned scenarios sometimes, but aren't we all? Some of us may not wear thick eyeliners, or sport dark-rimmed glasses with one-sided bangs but like what Peyton Sawyer said, "I’m into the music, not the uniform." There's always going to be an emo inside each of us, waiting for its angst to be unleashed, often by a hot underground band.

Being emo is usually associated with being too sensitive and tormented, all whilst wearing tight-fitting sweaters and canvas sneakers. But maybe some of us can like the music without painting our fingernails black. I'm no hardcore emo, I have my share of pop and R&B loves too. But every once in a while, in some ironic and twisted kind of way, wallowing myself in desolation through these anguished songs.. feels oh so good.

The irony of misery. It only feels good when you sing about it.

Which is why, I'm off to try and see if warbling out the Sum and Difference Formula will help ease my frustrations severely caused by Trigonometry.

Adios, dah-lings.



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