Everything In Its Right Place

The title of my post is also the name of a Radiohead song. And it is probably the most infinitely listenable song that I've heard in my life. I admit, I have bizarre habits (I like to look at myself in the mirror, or any reflective object a lot; although, that probably has to do with vanity and narcissism than anything else); but, I'd have to say one that is probably the most annoying (aside from recycling old, shitty jokes) to most people would be the fact that I like to listen to certain songs. A lot.

This one is no exception. What I like so much about this song from the album Kid A is that my head, my brain, associates so many different memories, images, and ideas with this song. I'll give you an example; when I'm on the treadmill at the gym and pumping up the incline and speed to a level that leaves my legs quivering, this song plays in my head. And so, I feel as if I am ascending beyond the pain that wracks my body; the inferno that blazes inside my lungs stays contained, a fire that I will not let spread; the agony that shrieks from my legs is drowned out by my long, ragged gasps for air. Everything is put in its right place; and so, I eat the pain, let the embalic fire that consumes me burn outward, and my pain becomes my strength. From the embers and ashes, I rise, wearier, exhausted, but ultimately....stronger.

Of course, I don't think that entire line of thoughts as I'm running my jollies on the treadmill. Pretty much my main line of thought is "Don't fall off or you'll fly right off this fucking thing". But, as the pain of pushing myself to my limits eats into my consciousness, the aforementioned thoughts echo throughout my mind, crescendoing into a wave. I've never surfed, but I imagine that riding that wave is a lot like surfing.

Another song I like to listen to a lot is Womanizer by Britney Spears. Go figure.