Miya Folick and I Appear to Have the Some Similar Issues

Every year NPR Music releases the Austin 100. It's a compilation of 100 songs by 100 artists playing at SXSW that they think are worth a listen.

In 2016 this playlist contained the song "Talking With Strangers" by Miya Folick.

The first time I heard it I was just like, oh this is a cool vibe. Nice song.

I put it on a playlist of other songs I liked from that year and would occasionally listen to it.

Then I moved to Brooklyn.

Moving is always hard. Even after a lifetime of moves the first year in a new place can sometimes suck. Especially when you have social anxiety that makes friendship hard.

I was in a weird funk and began making a playlist called "Why Yes I May be Depressed, Thank You."  I like to listen to music that matches my mood and I like to make playlists with overly involved and specific names.

"Talking With Strangers" went on there because it had a mopey feel. I put the playlist on shuffle and commenced lying on my bed in the dark.

I guess I had never listened to the lyrics quite as hard or maybe I was feeling less helpless in the friend department in March 2016 and didn't connect the dots, but holy shit was this song about me.

Today I talked to a semi-strangerA girl that I sorta knowBut every encounter at the corner groceryHolds potential for our relationship to growAnd half of my brain was totally afraidThat she'd hate me, never want to see me againAnd half of my brain was equally afraidThat she'd like me, want to be my friend

Literally my thought processes every time I try to make friends. Or even keep in touch with people I already know.

Fast forward to yesterday. I bought tickets to see Bishop Briggs and who is her opening act? Miya Folick.

So I decide to listen to more of her stuff. I was super surprised to hear her latest album has a very different feel. Much funkier and upbeat. Still very much my jam.

And it turns out Miya Folick has another song that describes me to a T.

I take myself homeTurn off my cell phoneTake off all of my clothesPut on some discoDon't care what they saidCrawl into my bedF-f-feeling calm and collected

I want to fill myself with blissWhen I'm alone I exist

Leave the party, leave the partyDon't need to tell nobodyNo, noThere's nothing for me hereLeave the party, leave the partyMy mind's outside my bodyNo, noThere's nothing for it here

This is exactly me when I reach what I like to call "my people limit." I'll be at a party having a fine time and suddenly I'm just done with being around people. I suddenly get this feeling that I'm at the party but not a part of it. So I leave. Sometimes I'll say bye, but sometimes I've just peaced without a word to anyone. And I will legit take off my clothes and dance around as soon as I get home.

So basically what I learned this week is Miya Folick and I seem to get anxious about the same things or she just writes songs that are veeeery specific to my life.