New York Dreamer

Have you ever had a delusional thought that your music playlist on your iPod or any digital players you have is actually you? Strangely Spooky… Huh?

One day I was hanging out at my friend’s spacious rooftop, enjoying cool beer, a ping-pong table, a cool hammock, and cool breeze, and cool buddies.

At that perfect moment, it did strike me that something was missing. That was music. So I proudly took out my iPhone and started bragging about having some music in my latest digital gadget. What a big mistake.

Since my always cool friend had an iPod dock station ready on the rooftop, we were soon able to enjoy our music moments, electronic, rock and jazziiii. It was a random play from my playlist and it was just perfect spring moments…until when… All of sudden from that dock station I hear some words about Ken and Barby (intentionally spelled incorrectly). No offense to the song, but I had no idea how the song ended up in my playlist (a typical denial).

My always cood friend gave me this sudden look and said “I can’t believe you have that song!!” Badly blushed, my upper head area was spinning pretty fast in an effort to find a perfect excuse to escape from being a ‘so uncool friend.’

“Oh, I didn’t know that it was there.” “Oh, actually, it’s not mine.” “It’s randomly shuffled, so it’s not my fault.” Blur, Blur, Blur. I think I used up all these excuses within 5 seconds right away. Sounds very convincing, right?

After brief awkward silence and drifting away from the topic a little bit, My always cool friend said again the magic sentence “I can’t believe that you have that song.” This time, he even shook his head.

After the long brooding months of deliberation, this is my final declaration. “I blame shuffles. Damn shuffles!”

So nowadays I directly go to the Pandora App on my iPhone and carefully choose artists. And play QuickMix, keeping my fingers crossed. So far, I’m pretty happy with my newly found identity.

Have you ever felt that “YOUR PLAYLIST =(equals) YOU”? And have you ever made desperate efforts to reestablish your true identity and regain your self-claimed innate coolness? If so, then say something to me, so that I know I’m not alone in this world.