The Waiting Line

The Garden State soundtrack has a tendency to mellow me out to an extreme. Dare I say, even bring me down, but for seemingly no reason. It's like it stirs the dry embers of depression long-ago battled and allegedly beaten by me. And it almost creates a spark among those embers. In the midst of feeling good, a person never wants to feel down.
So, why is it so hard to resist listening to?

And why do I welcome the thought of encountering those feelings again like an 18-year old who suddenly comes upon their old "blankie"? Slightly embarrassed, but deep inside desperately wanting to feel myself wrapped in it again when no one is around. Maybe I'm hoping to have someone accidentally stumble upon me wrapped in it, sympathize, stay with me, and not ask questions because they already understand. Maybe I've just prone to moments of self-indulgent drama since there's very little in my life I can complain about.