I think I actually scared him when my mood improved upon listening to Matthew Wilder's "Break My Stride" and I started singing out loud along to it.
It's not only rather upbeat and something I first heard during my "formative years," it has a great message about not letting someone get to you. Or, at least, that's how I see it and since I really need to see that right now, I will, even if the context isn't exactly the same and I'm not one hundred percent in touch with the lyrics.
My temperament has been very fragile as of late and so that weird giddiness was very brief and I started feeling sad again as "Break My Stride" faded.
Though I had planned to turn in very early to try and find sleep to escape from that sadness, I realize that I desperately have been needing music and so I kept on with it and my iPhone shuffle brought this to me...something which I have liked for quite some time, and which is especially helping right now.
With my headphones on, I find great, great comfort in it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQQeNBmRp5o
"Some People"
Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people, well
Ask how old I am
Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades
When the glitter's gone
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads
Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds, talking to you now
Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people, well
Ask how old I am
Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades
When the glitter's gone
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads
Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds, talking to you now
Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin
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