I often suffer a great deal of anxiety when listening to pop music through this procedure of ideas, taken in a background of very full, harmonic, basic tones:
Recognition of incomplete and lustful desire ("love"), inasmuch as the pop song is insincere>
>Reflection upon complete, dependent, self-giving, and holy, desperate Love>
>Consideration of the true, deeply marital nature of Man and Woman>
>Deep understanding of human (including myself) stupidity, hate, disconnection, and unnecessary distance>
I've found that it is rarely relieved by anything except prayer or severe distraction, but that goes for all anxiety, really.
PS. It's my birthday, and I just remembered a bit of poetry I composed this very morning on the way to work.
I'm Eighteen, I'm eighteen,
Drinking coffee with Irish Creme,
And the smell of a new pack of cigarettes!
I hope you liked it. It was frought with imagery and deliciousness.
Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!