Secret Of Survival - Music

Recent text message I sent to my wife:
"So I'm pretty sure that I have a mental disorder that I just made up."

When she asked about it, rightly puzzled by the statement, I told her that I that I think I suffer from a music deficiency. Not like an aversion to, or inability for music, but that my body lacks something naturally to help it function that I get from listening to music. Kind of like how Seasonal Affect Disorder (or SAD, which is the best and most appropriate acronym ever) involves feeling off without exposure to sunlight, I feel a bit off without the presence of music. I like to call it Musical Affect Disorder (or MAD).

S.O.S. (Secret of Survival) - Sing

One day, someone is going to ask one of my children what their dad was like when they were kids, and I'm pretty sure that I know what their answer will be. "I remember he used to sing a lot," they'll say, "like, really a lot. And loud... Like he was trying to practice or something." 

Yeller was a good growler, but his clean vocals were a little ruff...

The kids are used to it since it's all they've ever really known, so they don't get nearly as weirded out as they probably should when I suddenly start singing at full volume for no apparent reason. Yup, I love to sing... 'Cuz I'm crazy like that, yo... Don't judge me... Yeah, so I suppose that the kids are just enabling me. Here's hoping that it lasts for a few more years...