I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but if I had to pinpoint my lowest moment it would be 5 minutes ago when I looked up P.O.D. on Spotify and listened to an entire song for old time’s sake. Fifteen-year-old me didn’t have much perspective yet to know it was not an ideal musical decision to make (on repeat for a month straight), but good Lord I’m a grown woman and there is no excuse for that kind of behavior.
I remember one time I was hanging out with a group of kids who were significantly more hardcore than my turtleneck-wearing self. One of them was ripping “So Alive” a completely new butthole and I was sitting there thinking, “is it that bad??” but I totally played it off like “omg right?? It’s the lamest everrrr.” And I was totally crying on the inside because I thought I finally found something mainstream enough that also wasn’t ‘satanic’ (which to me was basically everything except DC Talk). Plus I had already sort of committed to getting dreadlocks as soon as my parents would allow it. Anyway, from that point on, I always second-guessed my music choices.
I seriously JUST typed that out and I heard the toilet seat slam down in the bathroom. I found Ruthie playing in the toilet. I just gave her a bath too. DO YOU SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING? It’s a chain reaction! I opened myself up now and there’s no telling what’s going to happen. brb I gotta go exorcise this house.
DON’T DO IT, FRIENDS. It sounds the same as you remember, trust me.