Tag: choice

Song of the Moment XCIII: Daft Punk’s “Around the World”

The past few days at work have been a challenge for me because I was assigned a task that is beyond my familiar responsibilities. But there’s one thing I’m grateful for because of said task: I learned new things. Beyond the stress, there’s growth.

Anyway, when it comes to choices I made this week, I’m glad I chose to listen less to my favorite Maroon 5 song (and the most heartbreaking, in my opinion), “Back at Your Door”, and more to one of my favorite electronic dance tunes, “Around the World” by the legendary Daft Punk. And tonight, I choose to make it my Song of the Moment.

According to my weekly music stats from Last.fm, I listened to “Around the World” 20+ times so far. Why not? It’s such an amazingly hypnotic song to dance to. In fact, when I ran my only errand today, I was listening to it, and I was tempted to bust a move on the street. When I arrived home, I played it several more times, and that’s when I busted a few moves inspired by the robots, skeletons, and the tall guys in tracksuits in the music video. (You can watch the video below.)

And no one in my family complained about hearing the song’s only lyric (which is the song title) 144 times per play. Yet.

The music video of Daft Punk’s “Around the World”.

Now I’m going to drink The Devil’s Cup and listen to “Around the World” on repeat tonight. See you in the next post, and happiest weekend, everyone!

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Header image: Image of Earth by WikiImages of Pixabay. Image of stars by Hans of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

10-Minute Warning XXVIII

I have been feeling shitty for a week already. Thank you, my Dispatch and my journal, for making me remember to count the days. And today, that shitty feeling became worse because of something I did.

I can’t tell the long story, the specifics. All I can say is that I did something that is not really a big deal, but then I looked back at what I did and thought, “I think I fucked up.” I don’t know if (option A) my anxiety is just messing with me or (option B) if I truly fucked up. If I were to pick the lesser evil, I hope for option A.

I haven’t told my family about my current mental predicament. I may have told 2 friends about it. I think I should open up to my family soon – first, my brothers, and then my parents. I think they deserve to know.

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