I am a child of Disney. A world of musicals, where cooking a meal needs a song and dance (Little Mermaid’s Les Poisson, a song of seafood) and a boat ride is symbolic of choosing between two men with a badger for a companion (Pocahontas’s Just Around the Riverbend). I love the idea of people breaking into song and dance for any reason. I just think life is better accompanied with music, and dance, why not (even if I can’t dance a lick)?

And obviously, I am a Gleek. This show of crazy show tunes and remixes of hip hop beats really pulls at the heartstrings. That even if I don’t believe one of em is young enough to be in high school, and the teachers I wouldn’t let 100 yards near children, it’s a new addiction.I especially love that the group that sings is composed of the high and the low, from the nerds to the outsiders to the biggest jocks in school. (So I wasn’t exactly a cheerleader in high school, is it that obvious?)

Singing is a release for me. Not for other people, just for myself. It relaxes me when I’m stressed. It makes me happy when I’m depressed. It expresses my anger way better than any screaming or hitting walls or people ever could.People around my workstation could tell you themselves they’ve heard me sing at least twice. With the speakers on, sometimes I even get carried away, but yeah I make sure there are like, 10 people left that can hear me. The next door neighbors at home I know hate me coz I blast the radio full blast and sing along with it.

There are genres and bands for each mood. Glee OST for happy, Aerosmith for when I’m pissed off. Wicked’s songs for when I’m depressed. It all varies from day to day, hour to hour.

I suggest you try it sometime. A round of videoke for the blues, a celebration with friends if you don’t want to sing alone. Or blast a couple songs in the shower using your ipod/radio. I swear it’ll help.

Perhaps this is my way of making the world more music friendly, or my trying to make people just break into song like in the movies, but hey, let’s give a girl a shot.

And if it doesn’t help you a lick, there’s still food.