A World of Musical Telepathy

Sometimes I dream of a world where when I see someone listening to an iPod, little rotating 3-D text will appear over their head telling me what they're listening to. That way, I can judge them more easily on their taste in music, as the pretentious, judgmental music snob that I am. Sometimes in this dream, other people have this talent, too, like...random cute boys who will be able to tell that the blonde next to me is listening to Lady Gaga while I am listening to the Clash. Then the cute boy will respect me and know that the blonde is a vapid culture-drone who follows whatever MTV says is cool, and he'll start a conversation with me instead of with the blonde girl.

Of course, it's later that I realize that it would suck if cute boys could see what I was listening to all the time, because there are times when I'm not having that little fantasy and I'm proudly parading around the sidewalks of the campus with 'Scales and Arpeggios' from Aristocats playing, trying my best to look like I'm listening to the Ramones or something.

I don't know if I'm the only one who constantly wonders if other people can hear my music. If I'm listening to something cool, I almost want people around me to be able to hear a little of it, so they can think to themselves, "This girl is listening to Garbage! She's cool!" but usually during that train of thought I believe that I listen to my music a lot more quietly than everyone else, and no one can hear it.

It's only when I'm listening to Kirstin Chenoweth's version of 'Glitter and be Gay' from Candide that I scroll the volume down to miniscule amounts so that no one nearby me will accidentally catch a strain of opera. Not because I'm embarrassed to listen to opera...just because I'm embarrassed to be listening to Opera while I walk from class to class in a ripped-up 'censorship is the assassination of an idea' shirt and skinny jeans.

I suppose it's a good thing we can't read each other's iPods telepathically, because then no one would listen to music that they were embarrassed about in case of someone seeing it and thinking they're weird. Also, people would load their iPods with music that's impressive, rather than music they enjoy. So no one should have that power.

Not even me, because now that I think about it, what real good would it do me? It would only satisfy my curiosity a little, and I'd eventually get annoyed by it/become complacent, and what a waste of a magic power that would be.

Apology for the lack of amusing blog entries lately. :C My wit has deserted me temporarily, I'm using it all up on constant flirtatious conversation. My bad.