I’m in the kitchen; my Ipod is hooked to the stereo, set to random. I don’t like three quarters of the music on my Ipod. I don’t know what three quarter of the music on my Ipod is.
When I flip though it manually I can never decide what to listen to, and when I do, I’m never satisfied.
When it’s on random though, I find myself liking more songs, and if I don’t, I can tolerate them until they’re over. I have that patience all of a sudden.
I’m not sure why that is though.
Is it because I’m realizing I don’t not like a song as much as I thought I did, so I can stick though it.
Or maybe I don’t mind because I didn’t choose.
When something is not my choice, I can handle it being lousy, silly, boring, or plain old not enjoyable. It doesn’t reflect on me. Nobody can say I have bad taste; no one can blame me if a song skips, or a singer doesn’t sing, well, all that well.
When I can defer it to someone else’s decision, then everything is easier to deal with.
Not just music, but life too.