When coming back from visiting my family this summer, we had a 9 hour flight ahead
of us. I was not too worried about anything as I had borrowed a pair of pretty good headphones and did not care for any of the other factors. My sister was to my right and I had the aisle seat, making my placement fairly comfortable. I could even hear the flight attendants gossip as we were in the last row on the plane.
Those rose gold headphones in my ears made this experience survivable, and it
eased the slight anxiety that I had felt during lift-off and landing. It has been this way for all other events in my life as well. Even with experiences I had not experienced before, I knew that as it came I would feel better if I prepared a playlist, named it specifically, and encapsulated the feeling with songs that matched. With this repetitive trend, I notice myself often living life with a security cushion that revolves around music. The feelings themselves are not a serious problem, but whenever there is a feeling or a worry that is strong enough where I can picture music helping, it often is the case. New things happening is another reason I turn to music, as a song stays a constant variable.
No matter what stage in life, growing up was always something that had enlightened new feelings, and as I go back to being an incoming freshman once again, I could not help but feel that this critical time needs a playlist of its own, so I made one. I made one for myself when I was excited to leave high school and another for Hoboken. I capture these moments through songs that match. I suppose this caused the state I am in now where specific songs have specific feelings, some are good while some are mildly heavy in different ways. The mix and match of genres that I listen to make it all the better. Even a song that seems oh-so-cheery can lead to a tear, which has, at times, been the case with a few of my friends.
The songs I have saved never disappoint, as they’ve been chosen particularly for their way to encapsulate specific feelings. As I listened to Matilda, a song by the great Harry Styles, for the first time before leaving my friends for a long vacation. I cried. It was to the point where if I cried anymore I would have to pull over. I was on my way to my friend’s house and reached the mark of seven minutes away, yet that wasn’t enough time to recover. When she opened the door to get into my car, she asked about the sad tunes and took my phone to see the labeled playlist. Maybe it was a bit too early for the tears as we still had the summer, but looking back I wonder why she was so surprised. I had to be prepared, and making a playlist for leaving my friends behind and starting college was the only way.
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