The Story

Brandi Carlile is currently my listening favorite. Her music is soulful and emotional; angry and sad at the same time. It's an appropriate characterization of what's going on in my head right now. I'm not going to try to play my fiddle or claim that the world is out to get me.

I'm just having a tough time right now with someone and it's confusing and trying. When I put Brandi Carlile on, the sound seems to bring to life exactly what kind of noise my thoughts are making right now. I don't really know how to describe what's going on without saying it outright, because that's exactly what I don't want to do. I've been thinking about it for about 4 days now and finally decided I needed to let the feelings out in a blog.

There's a line in one of Brandi's songs that talks about razors in her head (she is not punk or emo, I promise) and that seemed to be an excellent analogy to me. The razors in my head are all the little things that keep cutting into my thoughts and making me worry constantly. However, being the person that I am, I am afraid to act on these feelings and find out what's going on. Even though that very act would shine the light directly on the situation and give me a solid answer. I would stop worrying.

But instead I worry on.