For years, music has been the thing I prefer to spend my time on. Especially listening to music; I do that almost always. It is so bad that I do not go anywhere without my pink iPod.
If I do not have music nearby, my little world disappears bit by bit. Music is more than just music to me. Music is the best version of a diary, because inside music live the best memories. Moments from your life that cannot be described with any pen, feelings and thoughts that return with one press of the play button.
People often tell me they appreciate my “music taste.” That I listen to good music, and that they think I know what good music is. Many people would take that as a compliment.
But actually, that is nonsense.
You do not compliment someone because they like kale, do you?