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Music has too much influence on me

I LOVE listening to music. I am almost always listening to music. It's on when I'm in the car and it's on when I'm working. I can't even tell you how many conversations I've missed because someone comes and stands behind me at my desk  (or use to because I've graduated to a front facing desk) and I don't know because I have headphones in and I'm rocking out. That being said, music shapes most of my memories and I've come to find out that it shapes my emotions too much. 
Today while at work I was getting very sad and depressed and I realized it's because of this song:



I was so sad. Did I mention that I'm currently madly in love with someone, and he loves me back. In fact he told me that he would get his best friend and disappear off the face of the earth and live in the woods if I dumped him- that's how much he loves me. But this song seriously makes me think that he dumped me. (BMF- I still think about Hawaii...) I guess maybe I relate to the feelings, because I would be so depressed if it ended and there is serious emotion in this song.

So then I put this on:



(Yes I have this on my iPhone...) And I'm madly in love and to the point I want this to be my first dance at my wedding, in love. This happens with lots of the main Disney love song themes. I LOVE them. And they make me want to put on a fancy ball gown and dance.

Music moves me... sometimes I worry if it's too much.


Comments

Unknown said…
i cry every time i listen to last kiss. mostly because...that was my life a year and a half ago.
but you're right, so much emotion.
i'm the same way with music though. ALWAYS have it playing at work, and in fact, my boss gets upset when it's NOT playing at my desk haha.

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