​The Benefits Of Listening To Rock Music

​The Benefits Of Listening To Rock Music

Over the years, Rock music, as well as all its sub-categories, has become one of the most heavily criticized and put-down genres.
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Over the years, Rock music, as well as all its sub-categories, has become one of the most heavily criticized and put-down genres. Main stream music has slowly drifted to the catchy cookie-cutter pop songs that play on every radio station, in every store, and on repeat in your head. Rock music has slowly been pushed to the background, but it lives on in the souls of those who prefer the heart and pure devotion that is put into rock and metal music. In the coming paragraphs, I will list some of the reasons why rock music has many more benefits than it is given credit for by the mainstream music society.

The first reason is that rock music many times has much deeper emotional content than pop music. Many people listen to metal music, and refuse to look past the “dinosaur noises” that they hear. In actuality, many screamers find that screaming is the best way for them to express their emotions, reach out, and be a light in the dark for many hopeless people.

Going along with this, rock and metal music save lives. Many songs in the rock and metal genre are written specifically to prevent teens and young adults from committing suicide. Many more attempt to help people escape self-harm and other forms of escaping their problems. This is a much nobler purpose than songs in the pop genre, where the lyrics range from drugs and alcohol to how many girls the singers have slept with in the past week. While these topics are also sung about in rock, they are sung about in the area of overcoming said addictions, in an attempt to aid others in their struggles.

Finally, rock music can suit anyone’s tastes. There are genres within rock to suit anyone: metal, emo, pop punk, rock, jazz rock, rap rock. There are so many different styles within the genre itself that it is impossible to find two bands or two groups that sound alike. The complexity of the music is also a major plus. The complicated guitar solos, the speedy double bass work, the intricate chord formations that make the most beautiful, dissonant chords you’ve ever heard, all these things make rock/metal the true wonder it can be when done right.

All in all, I hope the aforementioned characteristics help you to see that metal and rock are more than just screaming emos. It is a life-saving, incredibly complex, way of life for some people. The next time you go to make fun of someone who is listening to rock music, I hope you think about the good it may be doing for them, and consider broadening your horizons to possibly include that music on your iPod.

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Yes, I Had A Stroke And I'm Only 20

Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
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Recently, I read an article on Cosmo that was written by a woman that had a stroke at the ripe old age of 23. For those of you who don't know, that really doesn't happen. Young people don't have strokes. Some do, but it's so incredibly uncommon that it rarely crosses most people's minds. Her piece was really moving, and I related a lot -- because I had a stroke at 20.

It started as a simple headache. I didn't think much of it because I get headaches pretty often. At the time, I worked for my parents, and I texted my mom to tell her that I'd be late to work because of the pain. I had never experienced a headache like that, but I figured it still wasn't something to worry about. I went about my normal routine, and it steadily got worse. It got to the point that I literally threw up from the pain. My mom told me to take some Tylenol, but I couldn't get to our kitchen. I figured that since I was already in the bathroom, I would just take a shower and hope that the hot steam would relax my muscles, and get rid of my headache. So I turned the water on in the shower, and I waited for it to get hot.

At this point, I was sweating. I've never been that warm in my life. My head was still killing me. I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, trying to at least cope with the pain. Finally, I decided that I needed to go to the hospital. I picked up my phone to call 911, but I couldn't see the screen. I couldn't read anything. I laid down on the floor and tried to swipe from the lock screen to the emergency call screen, but I couldn't even manage that. My fine motor skills were completely gone. My fingers wouldn't cooperate, even though I knew what buttons needed to be pressed. Instead of swiping to the emergency call screen, I threw my phone across the room. "Okay," I thought, "Large muscle groups are working. Small ones are not".

I tried getting up. That also wasn't happening. I was so unstable that I couldn't stay standing. I tried turning off the running water of the shower, but couldn't move the faucet. Eventually, I gave up on trying to move anywhere. "At what point do I just give up and lie on the floor until someone finds me?" That was the point. I ended up lying on the floor for two hours until my dad came home and found me.

During that two hours, I couldn't hear. My ears were roaring, not even ringing. I tried to yell, but I couldn't form a sentence. I was simply stuck, and couldn't do anything about it. I still had no idea what was going on.

When the ambulance finally got there, they put me on a stretcher and loaded me into the back. "Are you afraid of needles or anything?" asked one EMT. "Terrified," I responded, and she started an IV without hesitation. To this day, I don't know if that word actually came out of my mouth, but I'm so glad she started the IV. She started pumping pain medicine, but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

We got to the hospital, and the doctors there were going to treat me for a migraine and send me on my merry way. This was obviously not a migraine. When I could finally speak again, they kept asking if I was prone to migraines. "I've never had a migraine in my whole life," I would say. "Do you do any drugs?" they would ask. "No," I repeated over and over. At this point, I was fading in and out of consciousness, probably from the pain or the pain medicine.

At one point, I heard the doctors say that they couldn't handle whatever was wrong with me at our local hospital and that I would need to be flown somewhere. They decided on University of Maryland in Baltimore. My parents asked if I wanted them to wait with me or start driving, so I had them leave.

The helicopter arrived soon after, and I was loaded into it. 45 minutes later, I was in Baltimore. That was the last thing I remember. The next thing I remember was being in the hospital two weeks later. I had a drain in my head, a central port, and an IV. I honestly didn't know what had happened to me.

As it turns out, I was born with a blood vessel malformation called an AVM. Blood vessels and arteries are supposed to pass blood to one another smoothly, and mine simply weren't. I basically had a knot of blood vessels in my brain that had swelled and almost burst. There was fluid in my brain that wouldn't drain, which was why my head still hurt so bad. The doctors couldn't see through the blood and fluid to operate, so they were simply monitoring me at that point.

When they could finally see, they went in to embolize my aneurysm and try to kill the AVM. After a successful procedure, my headache was finally starting to subside. It had gone from a 10 on the pain scale (which I don't remember), to a 6 (which was when I had started to be conscious), and then down to a 2.

I went to rehab after I was discharged from the hospital, I went to rehab. There, I learned simple things like how to walk and balance, and we tested my fine motor skills to make sure that I could still play the flute. Rehab was both physically and emotionally difficult. I was constantly exhausted.

I still have a few lingering issues from the whole ordeal. I have a tremor in one hand, and I'm mostly deaf in one ear. I still get headaches sometimes, but that's just my brain getting used to regular blood flow. I sleep a lot and slur my words as I get tired. While I still have a few deficits, I'm lucky to even be alive.

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10 Thoughts From The Girl Who Hates Going To The Gym But Muscles Through It For The Gains

You hate it but it's healthy, so...

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I hate the gym. There are too many people. I would rather have my own private gym. But sometimes, I just need to go and workout. Here are the thoughts that run through my mind.

1. What should I do first?

Stretch? Run? Lift? Help?

2. I hope I don't see anyone I know here.

Last thing I need is for someone seeing me trying to workout.

3. How do I use this machine?

I'll just go to the next one.

4. How many reps have I done?

I always lose track.

5. What do I do next?

Probably should have made a plan.

6. How much time has passed?

So I can leave as soon as I can.

7. I need to pick a machine away from everyone

So no one can see me struggling.

8. Am I doing this right?

Or do I just look stupid doing my workout

9. How come everyone who comes here scares me?

Everyone is just super serious...

10. Why is there nothing good at the TVs?

CNN? Nah.

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