There is such a thing as rage cleaning. But for me, rage driving is where it’s at. To be clear, I don’t mean driving with road rage. I do have a fair amount of that, but lately I have thoroughly enjoyed being alone in my car driving through town to run errands. Music is always playing, very loudly. I have written before about music that speaks to me on a deep level, Inspirational Playlist and also the fun of listening to retro music, That’s Just Good Music. But what gets me lately is listening to particular songs as loud as I can stand and singing just as loud. The songs that get me hyped up to that level now have their own playlist which I have lovingly labeled “Angry Songs”. For some reason, “Without Me” by Eminem is song #1 on that list. The song doesn’t particularly relate to me, but I do enjoy screaming the line “Fuck you Debbie!” Is “jamming out” a phrase that is still used? I’m sure the middle school kids I used to teach would cringe if I said that in class. But really, that’s the best way to describe what I do in my car. I can usually get through at least two songs on each leg of the trip through town. By the time I get back home, I feel cleansed in a way. Like the air I’m breathing is a little fresher. And honestly, I think it really is.
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Middle-aged Maverick is indeed middle-aged and she’s proud of it. She has a tendency to over think and over analyze many of the things she encounters in her life, as evidenced in many of her posts. She knows how to drive a stick-shift car, prefers Coke over Pepsi, and spent many of her adolescent years being obsessed with Jim Carrey.
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