I wanna MMMBop you like an animal
Mar. 8th, 2006 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicThere are few better feelings than finding a song that perfectly suits my mood, and then rocking out to that song. When I walk to work and back to my car in the evening (I park over a mile away from the office, so it's a good long walk), I always put my headphones on and I love the feeling of just walking. And I think there's something magnetic about a person who is just totally enjoying him- or herself. Or maybe it's because I'm kind of dancing as I walk (if I am, it's subconscious, but I wouldn't really be surprised). But regardless, people tend to watch me when I walk. Shit, maybe my fly's always down. I don't know. But that's not my point.
It just amuses me to think the people watching me know I have headphones on - but they have no idea what's playing, and what that means about what's going on in my head. Outwardly, I have an expression of peace. I am happy with my music. I am happy walking. I look like I have a purpose. This morning on the way to work, I was listening to NIN's "Closer." A minivan with a whole school of Jesus fish on it stopped to let me cross the street, and a wholesome-looking soccer mom smiled and waved. And a wholesome-looking Meg smiled and waved back. But in my head, I'm hearing "I wanna fuck you like an animal" to a lovely industrial beat. I couldn't help but giggle. If soccer mom could hear my music, she might have wanted to run me down with her minivan and curse me for being so heathen. Then this afternoon, I was in a totally different frame of mind, and I'm walking down the mall, silently jamming to some Hanson. I walked by the cluster of goth kids, who scanned me over and gave me the nod of acceptance as I passed them. Heh. If only they knew. I feel almost as if I'm lying to these people by letting them think I'm cool. Or maybe they don't think I'm cool at all and I'm giving myself too much credit. But it's an amusing thought.
Now I'm going to the gym, where EVERYBODY wears headphones, and I can laugh to myself as I imagine that the old ladies are all listening to gangsta-rap and the cutest guys are listening to Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears. :)
Peace.
It just amuses me to think the people watching me know I have headphones on - but they have no idea what's playing, and what that means about what's going on in my head. Outwardly, I have an expression of peace. I am happy with my music. I am happy walking. I look like I have a purpose. This morning on the way to work, I was listening to NIN's "Closer." A minivan with a whole school of Jesus fish on it stopped to let me cross the street, and a wholesome-looking soccer mom smiled and waved. And a wholesome-looking Meg smiled and waved back. But in my head, I'm hearing "I wanna fuck you like an animal" to a lovely industrial beat. I couldn't help but giggle. If soccer mom could hear my music, she might have wanted to run me down with her minivan and curse me for being so heathen. Then this afternoon, I was in a totally different frame of mind, and I'm walking down the mall, silently jamming to some Hanson. I walked by the cluster of goth kids, who scanned me over and gave me the nod of acceptance as I passed them. Heh. If only they knew. I feel almost as if I'm lying to these people by letting them think I'm cool. Or maybe they don't think I'm cool at all and I'm giving myself too much credit. But it's an amusing thought.
Now I'm going to the gym, where EVERYBODY wears headphones, and I can laugh to myself as I imagine that the old ladies are all listening to gangsta-rap and the cutest guys are listening to Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears. :)
Peace.
