That being said, I don't expect to feel any wisdom or comparable value to come flowing forth from my keyboard anytime soon. That would be boring, anyway. To be a natural blogger the moment I started? That would be so anti-climactic I would delete my blog in disgust, no matter how many readers I had, and go find something more interesting to do.
Thus, I will be musing today on something completely pointless to the world at large, for the sake of forestalling any potential success I may be capable of achieving:
Yes, this is going to be needlessly whimsical and ponderous. I'm not nearly important enough to talk about important things right now. Maybe later, when I change my mind, which could be tomorrow or months from now.
To start off, I am capable of enjoying most kinds of music. I would like to think that most people are; they just prefer to seek out certain kinds of music over others. This is a good thing, or I would have torn my laptop in half long ago after having to hear Rebecca Black's "Friday" one too many times, or put my foot through my car radio whenever country came on.
As for my specific preference, I am a large fan of electronic music. Just saying this would normally attract all sorts of people saying that this either means I have terrible taste in music, or that I cannot be a "true" electronic music fan unless I know every subgenre and sub-subgenre by heart and in alphabetical order. But I'm not important, so right now I can get away with saying whatever I want. This isn't Youtube.
There aren't any specific types of electronic music that I can settle on saying I like over others. Most of the time, I don't even bother to figure out which genre it belongs to. By that point, I'm usually too busy dancing around in an extremely spastic manner. I can say that dubstep, happy hardcore, drum and bass, and hardstyle are some genres that seem to have more appealing pieces to me than others, but I tend to pick and chose in a more random manner than I might expect.
And that suits me just fine. Settling into one particular genre and manning its fanboy cannons doesn't seem much fun to do when it comes to music. Perhaps I might be guilty of that when it comes to certain video game franchises, but that's a rambling monologue for another time.
I'm not particularly good at describing why I like electronic music, but I shall attempt to put it into words the best I can. Electronic music, more than any other genre, stimulates my imagination in a way I can only describe as wondrous. I am able to see in my head so many shapes, so many colors, so many ideas, that I can barely contain it. That's why sometimes my ridiculous dancing turns into acting out what I see in my head, even if it really doesn't translate well to human body movement. The ideas are just so vivid I can't contain myself.
And I don't really mind that at all. It used to be embarrassing to admit, but I've grown comfortable with the fact. There are worse things to be than a 21-year-old who occasionally still plays make-believe.
This is probably why music is extremely terrible for me to listen to when I'm trying to get something done, especially music that I actually like. More often than not, the music will make me so excited or get such a good idea that I will abandon my work in the middle of it to throw myself across the room in a haze of delirious, audio-induced ecstasy. It can be quite inconvenient at times. Especially when I'm doing something important, like a paper with a due date in an hour, or while I'm sitting at work.
I wouldn't change it though. The one thing I probably wish I could change is my ability to dance, because then I wouldn't look ridiculous every time someone catches me.
Besides, as someone who hates being bored, having an overactive and easily stimulated imagination is extremely helpful. If I'm every suffering to the point of madness from lack of people or things to do, I can just pop in my headphones, click my iPod, and fly off into my head full of rainbows, bacon, explosions, and other ridiculous things.
Until I accidentally kick the table and send shit flying all over the house. Then I have to stop for a while and curse loudly while I nurse my aching foot and pick up the stuff I have unexpectedly introduced to G-Forces. It's a bit of a mood killer.
All potentially stupid injuries aside, I cannot thank the many artists and performers enough for all the wonderful sounds they create which is streamed through our electronics straight to our ears. It makes life so much more interesting. Life would be so much worse off if it didn't have a soundtrack. Can you imagine that? No music? It doesn't really make any sense to me. For no music to exist, there would need to be no rhythm in the world. And for that to be true, I'm pretty sure the universe would have imploded shortly after it was created.
Well, I suppose that wraps up this little literary meander. If you're looking for some profound note to end this entry on, you're probably reading the wrong blog. The day I sound "profound", someone should punch me, because I'm probably either doing it on purpose for hilarity's sake, or I have obtained a gigantic ego and need to be taken down many pegs so I can stop acting like an ass.
I thank those who have taken time to read, as opposed to reading the trillions and trillions of other words available on the Internet. I hope you have found them as amusing to read as I found them to type.
Now if you'll excuse me, I believe my pizza is here.
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