The Pressure of Picking Music

There are few things in my life that truly stress me out, I just don't get stressed. Stress walks up to me and is like, "What up tho" and I'm like, "Nah, I don't fuck with you stress," then I shove it away from me. I give it a full on stiff arm, I shove that hoe to the side, I straight up reject that mofo. But, for some reason, there is one situation that gets me stressed as a mutha, my veins fill up with stress. In this situation stress walks up to me and is like, "What up thooooo," and I'm just like, "Alright, stress. I fuck with you, but only in this situation." And that situation is when I am in charge of picking the music.

There is no moment filled with more pressure than when the driver looks over at you and says, "What up thoooo, play some music." Then they hand you the auxiliary cord for you to slowly slide into your phone. Everybody in the back seat turns and stares at you as you scroll through your iTunes library. Their imaginations fill with all the possibilities that you could play, all of their favorite songs and artists. Their stares rip through your skin and begin to pierce your soul. They are waiting on you, what song are you going to play?

You scroll through your library and see artists like Drake, Kanye, J Cole, Taylor Swift, Luke Bryan, Imagine Dragons, Kendrick, and others appear and disappear from your screen. A little bead of sweat begins its journey down the side of your face. The lonely bead is later met by its cousins and uncles, until your face is the venue of their family reunion. You start thinking, "What kind of mood are we all in? What is the vibe? We trying to chill out to some Kid Cudi? Maybe sing our lungs out with Taylor Swift? Or are we trying to cry our eyes out with some Drake?" You feel your friends in the backseat growing more and more impatient, as they think to themselves, "If only I sat in the front seat. Then we wouldn't have to rely on this idiot to pick the music! He sucks so much as a human and as a friend. I hate him." You know that is what they are all thinking as you continue to scroll and sweat. 

Minutes go by, when you finally turn to the car and say, "So, what are you guys all feeling? Any requests?" You pray to the lord above that they will send you some sort of lifeline, some sort of direction, but instead they give you a, "I'm down with whatever." But you know that's not true. They aren't "down for whatever." They are thinking of a very particular music choice, but they refuse to help you out. 

Finally, you just say to yourself, "FUCK IT!" and click on a random song. The beat starts and you pray again that they enjoy your song choice. But they don't. All you hear is a "Change this song" followed by a "This song sucks!" 

At this point there is only way thing left to do. Unbuckle, swing the door open, and jump. Maybe somewhere out there, far far away, there is a car that will actually appreciate you for your music selection, but this car just isn't the car for you. 

Yes, this is what actually goes on in my mind when somebody says, "Play some music."