There comes a time in every woman’s life when they get tired of listening to the same old playlists over and over again, and they eventually have to venture outside of their auditory bubble to look for new music. At some point, a person simply has to try and listen to new music. This tragic event happened to me yesterday, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
After vacillating between my playlists “BAD BITCH ANTHEMS”, “chill vibes”, and “sad” for over five years, I thought that it was probably time for a change. Even though I love my playlists, I thought there must be more to life than the same ol’ songs, right?
Wrong. I was so, so wrong.
I tried listening to my “For You” playlist on Spotify for the first time in years. The Spotify-curated playlist started out with a couple songs that I already knew and loved, but the playlist quickly got out of hand when it started playing a song I didn’t recognize. I became deeply distressed.
“My ears!!!!” I screamed, as I pulled both of my ear buds out and stomped them into the ground. I still can’t believe I heard such a horrible sound; a song that I’d never heard before and didn’t know if I liked or not yet!
It was so fucking scary I am literally still shaking.
I personally believe that I should never have to listen to two minutes of a new song to tell if I want to put it in one of my playlists or not. I mean, how is it right to live in a world that makes you listen to new music to find music you haven’t even heard of before? It’s all so disturbing. I didn’t even know what words or sounds would come next.
At this point, I think I’ll keep the same five songs I like in my rotation indefinitely. I thought I wanted some variety, but I really don’t know what I was thinking. If I ever say that I want to “expand my horizons” again, please destroy my phone, computer, and record player, because I am clearly not myself. I refuse to ever go through that again, no matter how many times I listen to the same song I liked when I was thirteen!
