Horror movie therapy!

Pet recently wrote a post about things that stick with you for a lifetime, and the songs that make an impact and retain their specific meaning in your life forever.  I don't seem to have one!  I have some songs that I no longer listen to because they remind me of events I would rather not remember!  However, every now and then (read: weekly) I have a song that seems to fit my current mood, or current events in my life, and listening to this song helps me through.  


This week’s song is Florence’s ‘Shake it out’
Here, listen:
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn


And, when I’m depressed and feel like everything is just happening too fast, everything is just going wrong and one fuck-up seems to follow another (very dramatic I know, but I should add that PMS is kicking my ass too and making me believe things are much worse than they actually are!), I find myself a good (or bad, or fucking stupid) chomp-chomp horror movie!  This is like therapy (actually, being a bitch is my therapy – nudge-nudge-wink-wink), for many reasons:

1. That poor sod desperately trying to outswim a great white shark has issues that are definitely more dire than mine!
   
   
   
2. The idiot who just recently lost his arm to a tiger shark, and has now decided to go back in the water to avenge his arm, or girlfriend (I forget which), because he comes from the hood, and in the hood they firmly believe in revenge, is definitely making a decision much worse than any decision I have ever made! (in case you’re interested, the shark killed the one-armed idiot. Apparently the shark’s ‘eat or be eaten’ belief far outweighs any beliefs they have in the hood!)
   
   
   
3. The fuckwitt who decides to stand in front of a tree screaming as a crocodile chases him down, instead of climbing the tree, which results in him getting eaten, is a much worse problem solver than I am!
   
   
   
4. The poor bastard who comes face to face with a hoard of huge piranhas, who then eat, regurgitate and re-eat his penis (yes, it happened!!), finds himself, without a doubt, in a more scary situation than I am currently in!
   
   
   
5. And, the hero who hunted down the monster crocodile and killed it with a sharp stick, while inside its mouth, will definitely need a lot more therapy than I ever will (no, this is not debatable!

Back to Florence, I'm still depressed :(



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