This entry is to respond to Jalal's recent entry.
As written in his entry, that people around him couldn't agree to the music that he listens to. The frustrations he wrote really hit me in the head. Which, some what reminded me of this one time, in High School, someone I knew from my class came up to me.
"Hey Wayne, I saw you at Pick-N-Save."
[Pick-N-Save is like a 99 cents only store, and the kids would use it as a joke to degrade people.]
"Yeah. On Wednesday. So, how much did you spent? One dollar? I bet you got a lot of SPAM for a dollar."
"And you got a problem with that?"
Then he walked away.
I used to think I became a bitch in College, now to think of it, my high school really made a silent bitch. Yeah. It's like, if you don't bother me, I'd leave you alone. But if you don't stop, I'll scratch you and pull your hair - kinda deal.
Words from the goddess, Jalal, why should you care what other people say about you? Why should you care if they don't like the music you enjoy listening to? I mean, after all, it is your life not theirs. You listen to music for yourself, not them.
If I'm in your shoes, I'd probably tell them..."Whatever. I listen to what I want to listen. It is none of your business."
Oh yeah, Jajal, you need to sign up for a new commenting system. :) Check out Enetation.
'Cause life's a bitch, and So am I! Hear me Roar!