Music, driving, and yourself

The act of singing as loudly as possible in your car, with the music at its loudest setting, might just be the one universal action I'm sure of; it has to be. Leaving my parents' house with a 50-minute drive ahead of me, I took that time to jam out to a few songs: "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera, "When Doves Cry" by Prince, and "Ms. Jackson" by OutKast. These songs weren't chosen; they were random, and I went with it because when "Ms. Jackson" gives you beautiful doves, I can't stay quiet. I have to let it out. After all, I'm in the privacy of my mobile sanctuary, feeling like a dog that's been let out of its cage.

In the midst of singing, I find myself pondering why it feels so uncomfortable to do this around other people. Is it the fear of judgment about how I sound, perhaps how I look, or is it just flat-out silliness? Either way, when you’re alone, you might as well let it all out. Be the freak no one else gets to see.