Guilty Pleasures

I got off early (again) from psych because....well, it's psych and although it's one week til final exam time and so I should be cramming since I have slacked like no other, but I decided to take some time for myself and de-stress a bit since this week I've been crazy anxious. Since one roommate is currently at home and the other is on call, I had a rare late afternoon where I had the place to myself and so I could crank up the volume and not bother anyone. I hit up YouTube and shut my door and had a solo dance session in my room for a half hour. It's been so long that I've been out and danced and it's one of the several things I like to do every once and I while, but am so self conscious that it's gotta be at a bar where it's dark and everybody is pretty much preoccupied with themselves (and the bit of good ole EtOH to help loosen up a bit doesn't hurt either) or at home by myself where nobody is around to see me move around like an idiot. And with roommates or even living by myself in an apartment complex with thin walls, it's hard to really crank up the volume to dance around because I'm not really a fan of headphones or sing aloud to my favorite songs. 

That's also part of the reason why although I dislike driving especially here in Chicago where drivers are just plain crazy, I don't mind being alone in the car. Because that's one of the few places where I can sing along to the radio, loudly and out of tune and with only knowing a fourth of the lyrics. When I stop to self-analyze, I realize I can figure out how I'm feeling just by how much I'm singing in the car. When I'm feeling down, I'm not singing. If the drive is stressful and I've got two hands clenched on the wheel, I'm not singing. But when I'm feeling happy again, the singing comes out in all it's off-tune glory. Of course, that only happens when I'm happy and alone in the car. Because I'm sure no passenger or driver would appreciate the warblings of a happy med student.