I started my media fast in the middle of Sunday and carried it over into Monday as that was the best chance I had at avoiding most media. Not watching Tv or movies was easy but music was another story. I instantly felt the need to listen to music but knew I couldn’t. I attempted sleep and found it difficult which is almost always the case but without music my mind wandered more and I felt less control of my thoughts. Music I’m not even sure exists was blasting in my head and it freaked me out a little. Eventually I fell asleep and had a long and strange dream. I woke up and laid in silence for a while. When I went back to sleep I had nightmares and woke up more often than usual although I wouldn’t say it was necessarily due to the lack of music.
I woke up later than planned Monday morning due to the lack of sleep I had gotten and didn’t feel the need to take my phone off airplane mode or bring it in the bathroom with me because I couldn’t listen to music which helps me keep track of time. I was then late to class because I lost track of time (saw that coming) and appeared as tired as I felt when I arrived. At this point any contact with media had been just overhearing music or passing a TV. Social media sites did not prove a challenge for me until around 2pm. The problem there was that many people communicate to me through Snapchat and Instagram and Facebook posts keep me updated on what is happening in the school clubs I’m involved in. After a couple more hours I started checking the posts and answering messages. I also started seeing articles my phone was trying to show me under the assumption I would click on them out of interest. Three article headlines did actually intrigue me so I took a screenshot of them to remember for later.
I later got in my friend’s car to go do laundry with him and since he knew I had a rough night he decided to play songs we both like to cheer me up and it wasn’t until one had already finished that I realized I still wasn’t suppose to consume music. We kept playing music however and I realized that my approach to this task was more stubborn than monastic. While I could easily avoid most forms of media and conversations about it I couldn’t avoid music. It is apparent that I use music to help me control my thoughts when not focused on a task and to help me heal when I am sad and to sooth me when I am upset. Music has become an emotional support system for me but I wondered after this if it is starting to hinder my ability to cope on my own.
Baris leaping over fellow Circus club members.
Photo of Ithaca’s London Center Provided by Weise.


But it turns out that listening to sad music can help make you feel a little better. A study published in Scientific Reports found that, “sad music can induce a pleasurable feeling”, which means you may be getting something positive from what most would view as a negative experience. Here’s the link if you want to look into it some more: https://www.nature.com/articles/srep46063