Music to Me

Sometimes it is very easy to forget that not everyone shares your own particular tastes and preferences, especially when there is one particular thing that seems so vital to your life that it is completely beyond comprehension that one could exist with out it. One such example is chocolate. In my mind there are few things better-- bars, cake, milk, candy, I'd eat it all. Yet I happen to know someone who does not at all like chocolate..hates it in fact. I'll never understand it but I try to reason that it's no reflection on her personality or worth as a person. Obviously though, I'm not just talking about chocolate, unless Hershy's started giving out free downloads, and then we'd have an exclusive entry. What I'm talking more specifically about is the idea that some people don't feel the same way about music as say, I do. I can think of a couple of conversations I've had with people and it's always weird to stumble upon someone who says that they just don't listen to music that much. It's just not that important. Music is for the background in the car other selected moments. Technically it could be lived without. It's around this point that I physically move my jaw into the closed position, because I know I'm not the only one who counts music as a second heart beat, an ever present rhythm of life that fills in the gaps in my history. The different albums I've purchased over the years often come to represent that season in my life from the time I was in the sixth grade. There have even been times when I have felt so defined by a song that that's pretty much all she wrote. It's me. It's my soundtrack. It's all of our soundtracks. Songs and events become iconic in memory just because of the pairing. I listen to the radio, mp3 player, or a CD whenever I get a chance. Basically, just because I can, I do. So someone who is not on that wavelength becomes almost an oddity to me...as if I found Bigfoot in my back yard and all I could do was stare and marvel at how I didn't know he actually existed. To each it's own. I'm not much for judging and I'm sure equally strong passions spring up in different places. But man, what a quiet world.