Masochistic Music

Hey there.... so it's not that I've actually been sleeping the past few nights, I've just been so far beyond tired that I couldn't even comprehend the most basic things, nevermind having anything interesting to write about. However, tonight.. here i am.

SO. Keith Urban was in Winnipeg this weekend. Gross. So to set the tone of this blog, I've selected the country playlist on my computer that a friend of mine chose to download while I let her stay at my house too long! (and there for my computer is now password protected...lol) One thing I've never been able to understand is how anyone, AT ALL, ANYWHERE, can enjoy this particular sound that singers or "artists" call country music. First, this is NOT music. It is a horrible, depressing sound that causes suicide. And if it hasn't killed you and you're still listening to it, you're a masochist.

Apparently, masochism is a growing trend these days. Of course, more so in whips and chains than just self -denial and torture. Something I can't wrap my head around is gratification gained from pain. Thankfully, it has been labelled a personality DISORDER. Now, not to say that those of you who occasionally enjoy a smack on the ass while having fantastic sex suffer from this particular disorder, however, where is the line drawn? And who gets to decide when it goes from good old fashion fun to a personality disorder?

The textbook definition of a Masochistic personality is : a personality disorder characterized by the exploitation or infliction of pain on others or oneself so as to gain personal satisfaction or pleasure.

Now, on that note.... every country music singer is now also a masochist. That of course being based completely on the 'infliction' part of the above definition. But all bullshit aside, haven't we all been guilty of wanting to inflict pain on someone for personal gratification at some point? To smack that bitch at work who keeps getting in your face? or the ex boyfriend who cheated on you with some little slut from a bar? And while we've been raised to believe that physical attacks will not solve anything, it still feels way too good to get it off your chest. To actually say "they deserved it" and know without question that its completely true? Is it not true that somewhere deep down inside of us we're all a little masochistic? And I'd like to say that maybe the line goes from "fun" to "disorder" when you start to pay for it (eg: whips)
But now that you can download music for free off the Internet, that theory goes right out the window. And I suppose if you were really hard up, you could always use a stick from the backyard instead of a whip..... oh god. I need to change the music, this torturous shit is fucking me up. Maybe I just need some sense smacked into me and all will be well again :D