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Office DJ: Singing. Yelling, even.

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Guillermo Molero is pictured screaming in the flat he stayed in while studying abroad in London, with his signature curly hair straightened for the bit, on Saturday, April 9, 2022. 

You know when you just need to yell? 

When there’s a bunch of stuff piling up, whether it be work, school, personal life or something else, and you get caught up in it because it just won’t go away — and it feels like you’re being compressed? And you can feel it. Really feel it. But it doesn’t feel like there’s a good outlet for it? 

I’ve had no shortage of those moments this year. Being bombarded with the pressures of entering the workforce as an adult when I’ve only just become one while trying to run a professional newsroom — hundreds of staffers, 78 Slack channels, three dozen editors — and doing it all as a full-time student at one of the most well-known universities in the country can be a lot. 

And it feels like you can’t say it out loud sometimes because you have to keep morale up. You can’t be angry. You can’t be sad. 

People know your face. They know your name. They know your title. You’re a public figure. 

And when it really gets to you, sometimes you just want to yell. 

You just… have to yell. 

And when I have to yell, I sing. I sing a lot. 

There’s nothing more cathartic than channeling your frustrations into a ballad you’re belting in an empty room in the middle of the night. Nothing like getting into the shower and pouring your sadness into a lament for someone’s long-lost love. Nothing like taking a deep breath and then trying to match Whitney Houston note-for-note to get all that pressure off your chest, making you feel alive again.

Like you’re you again. 

“At Last.” 

It’s one thing to just listen to music when you’re angry or sad, and that’s something I do plenty of, too. But when I really need to let it all out, I have to be a part of it. 

I have to do something. I have to say something. I have to sing. 

It’s so nice to be able to sing about someone else’s troubles and see that they’ve found an outlet for them. Maybe you can even forget about your own for a while, send them “Beyond the Sea” or watch them “Drift Away.”  

Even when no one’s watching, putting yourself on a stage — prioritizing your worries and your fears — can make all of the difference. “Maybe This Time,” you’ll think, “My Heart Will Go On.” "Everything's Coming Up Roses." 

So next time you need to yell, next time you feel the weight of your world crashing down on you, do it. 

Yell. Sing. Say what you want to say, what you need to say or anything at all. And make sure someone hears it. 

Make sure you hear it. 

Because sometimes, you need to hear it.  

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