So, I am a music junkie. I admit it. You will always find me with one ear-bud in, with some type of music blasting. I have gotten in trouble countless times by my parents, teachers, and friends because they are trying to talk to me. Then, after about 4 minutes and 29 seconds (yes I have timed this) they hit me on the arm, and pull my headphones out. After, I will get a very long lecture about how their problems are more important than my music. I then have to sit there for a while longer and actually listen. Once they are done, I put my headphone back in and walk off, hoping that the music can make me forget all the complaining I just heard (or actual teaching). My friends have finally stop freaking out when I switch to the other side of them, since I have my headphone in the ear they are talking to.
You cannot blame me, because it is not my fault. I have been listening to music on a constant replay since I was born. I think even before I was born. In the car, in my room, in the rest of the house, during meals, and while I was sleeping. Somehow, my dad had it playing all the time. So, if you would like to yell at someone, yell at him. I have been asked many of the hypothetical questions that everyone likes to ask, but no one likes to answer. Many go like this: If you could have anything on a deserted island, what would it be? Regular answers vary between a life raft, and a lifetime supply of food. Mine is always the same: my music. I don’t care if its on iPod, CD, record or 8-track. I just need it.