Cobra Starship show.

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Xenoix basically guilted me into going to this, since I cancelled most of this weekend's plans. And he was right. I didn't have to talk to anyone, and the adrenaline did me good.

You know what also did me good? Screaming and thrashing around and giving a physical vent to my frustrations. To deal with my Daddy issues I've been reconnecting with my rage. And since I'm not used to being an angry person anymore, I'd forgotten how to release the excess. And singing fuck-off songs about personal failures and triumphs, dancing like a maniac, and wailing like a banshee were very pressure-relieving.

My head is finally quiet. I feel empty. It's wonderful.

I think I'm good to sleep tonight. :)

(Notes to self: Take headache meds BEFORE going into any concert that will have bright, flashing lights aimed at the audience. Also, maybe bring earplugs. Drinking water all day and eating lightly right before concert: were good ideas. Having hot drink waiting in thermos in the car, taking a few minutes to calm the nerves rather than driving in the worst of the traffic: also good ideas.)

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Far be it from me to miss something perfectly obvious for more than a week. :) But while I had trouble getting to sleep, I had no trouble staying asleep, and my dreams were normal-strange and unmemorable (yay).

I also seem to have figured out a lot about how to enjoy less-than-perfect things in the decade since I have voluntarily been to a live rock show. And I hadn't actually done the math on that until I was standing in line at the venue. But! Growth!