The thing is, they also make fun of me. Like, "Oh, 80s music is so last year." And I'm like, uh yeah, it's 80s music. That's the idea. But still everyone tries to make me mad, and then laugh when I try not to kill them.
The other thing is, they think I'm mad when they sing the songs because I hate the song so much. And it's partly true. But the real reason I get so mad is because THEY'RE singing it. They're singing about making out and who knows what else, not even caring about what it means, and what makes me mad is that they're completely sucked in. So I try to make their life better so they don't end up ruining their lives because of the stupid messages in pop "music", and they laugh at me for my troubles. Well, thanks. Next time you want my help, just don't bother asking.
And sure, they like some of the music I like, but that's not the point. they still act like they know everything and I'm making the worst mistake of my life by listening to music that DOESN'T encourage me to throw myself at every guy who happens to pass by. Yes, you're completely right, Anna. Excuse me for listening to music with virtue. And rhythm. And real drums in the background. And solid melodies. And everything real music possesses.
Why does everyone love to hate me?
Peace out, Homers. (I'm obsessed with the Simpsons, so instead of homies, I'm calling you Homers).
Megan
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