I believe in music’s ability to transform one’s mood. Every time I turn on my iTouch or listen to a song on YouTube my mood becomes that of the song’s regardless of how I originally felt, be it happy, sad, angry, or whatever. If I were to put on music by Jeffree Star my mood would instantly become more happy and upbeat. Bullet for My Valentine, on the other hand, would transform my emotions into rage. Play Everlast and I too would be singing the blues. It happens to me every time and I have witnessed it happen to others as well, particularly at concerts.
Over time I began to utilize music’s powers as a form of self-therapy. I remember recently doing this to help me get over the pain of an awful breakup. I was the most depressed that I have ever been in my life. I no longer wished to talk to or hang out with my friends, I no longer enjoyed any of my favorite activities, and all I wanted to do was sleep all day. I was miserable. Finally, I could not take it anymore. I had to do something to fix it and fast so I decided to turn to my most trusted therapist to do the job: my iTouch.
“Listen to the music and let it flow right through you” my iTouch calmly advised me. Listening to the words of my iTouch, I put in my headphones and listened to the song it chose: Temper Temper by Bullet for My Valentine and it played, “Here comes my temper temper time to explode!/Feels good when you lose control” (Bullet). It was working. I immediately felt my sorrow dissipate, transforming itself into rage. I hated him. I was ready to punch through the walls. How could he do that to me? I just wanted to lose control, but I couldn’t. I knew I could not let the anger control me so much so I consulted with my iTouch again. “You have done well, my child, but if anger is not what you seek, let’s try a different beat.” Searching through its musical library, it gave me a new song to listen to: I Don’t Care by Apocalyptica.
My iTouch has chosen apathy, my favorite emotion of them all. My iTouch knew me well. It took a little while, being pumped up with rage and all, but I finally calmed down. I no longer felt pain, sorrow, or suffering. Nothing. It was like all my emotions have evaporated and I was left with nothing but apathy. “And all the things you’ve left behind/I don’t care (I swear)/I don’t care at all” (Apacolyptica). I no longer cared that he left me. My mind has been carried away by the music and I was too far away for the world’s troubles to...