It’s all in your head...
Ok, here’s a little bit of advice. If you’re listening to some music, and you think it’s really cool, it doesn’t mean that everyone around you will also think it’s cool. And furthermore, if you’re listening to music, and you’re wearing headphones, and no one else around you can hear the music, and you’re sitting on a crowded bus, it doesn’t look cool if you bop to your music. It looks stupid.
But before you accuse me of talking out of my hat, I have come prepared with an anecdote (since today seemed to be the day that I would be followed around by headphone-wearing goofballs). That’s not to say there’s anything wrong with wearing headphones, I do it frequently...I just don’t bop to my music while riding the bus.
Anyway, I was seated at the back of the bus, and two people away from me was a guy with headphones on, and man he was having the time of his life. He was bopping away like there was no tomorrow (while I was wishing that there was no today). Now, you might think that white people don’t have any rhythm…well, Indian people have even less. At first I couldn’t tell if he was having a seizure or not, since his eyes were closed and he was jerking around erratically. I finally figured out he was jammin’ to his tunes when he decided to pull out the good old “air guitar.” Keep in mind this is still while riding a bus full of people. His stop finally came up just before mine and as soon as he got off the bus he (deciding he had more room) pulled out a full set of “air drums” as he walked down the sidewalk. I’ll have to say it’s people like that which keep the days interesting (if not a little embarrassing - hey, someone had to be embarrassed for him, he obviously wasn’t).
So, I went to my class, took my exam, and got back on the bus to my next class and BAM! who sits down next to me, but another guy wearing headphones and bopping to his music.
Maybe I’m just overly-conscious of things like this, but I usually try and make sure that the music coming out of my headphones isn’t loud enough for everyone else to hear. I guess some guys think, “hey, maybe some hot chick will sit down next to me and hear my ragin’ Limp Bizkit CD (you guys suck by the way...a lot. And your latest album is pure, unadulterated crap) and want to go out with me! Despite the fact that I smell weird and have greasy hair!” Yeah. That’ll happen for sure.
Oh well, enough of that. Some other bizarre stuff happened today, but it’s 1am now, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow...
But before you accuse me of talking out of my hat, I have come prepared with an anecdote (since today seemed to be the day that I would be followed around by headphone-wearing goofballs). That’s not to say there’s anything wrong with wearing headphones, I do it frequently...I just don’t bop to my music while riding the bus.
Anyway, I was seated at the back of the bus, and two people away from me was a guy with headphones on, and man he was having the time of his life. He was bopping away like there was no tomorrow (while I was wishing that there was no today). Now, you might think that white people don’t have any rhythm…well, Indian people have even less. At first I couldn’t tell if he was having a seizure or not, since his eyes were closed and he was jerking around erratically. I finally figured out he was jammin’ to his tunes when he decided to pull out the good old “air guitar.” Keep in mind this is still while riding a bus full of people. His stop finally came up just before mine and as soon as he got off the bus he (deciding he had more room) pulled out a full set of “air drums” as he walked down the sidewalk. I’ll have to say it’s people like that which keep the days interesting (if not a little embarrassing - hey, someone had to be embarrassed for him, he obviously wasn’t).
So, I went to my class, took my exam, and got back on the bus to my next class and BAM! who sits down next to me, but another guy wearing headphones and bopping to his music.
Maybe I’m just overly-conscious of things like this, but I usually try and make sure that the music coming out of my headphones isn’t loud enough for everyone else to hear. I guess some guys think, “hey, maybe some hot chick will sit down next to me and hear my ragin’ Limp Bizkit CD (you guys suck by the way...a lot. And your latest album is pure, unadulterated crap) and want to go out with me! Despite the fact that I smell weird and have greasy hair!” Yeah. That’ll happen for sure.
Oh well, enough of that. Some other bizarre stuff happened today, but it’s 1am now, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow...