>listening to music on bus
>pause music and take headphones out
>put phone in pocket and zip it shut
>must have accidentally pressed the play button
>I LOVEEEEEEEEEE YOU JESSSSSSSSUSSSS CHRIIIIIIISSSSSSTTTT
>girls at the back of the bus are giggling
>rush to press pause on the phone but i cant unzip my fucking pocket
>feel my face getting hot and my vision is going blurred i'm so embarrassed
>end up fucking ripping my pocket open and pausing the phone
>i get off at the very next stop and have to walk 20 minutes to get home
fuck you /mu/, thanks a lot.
>listening to music on phone
>listening to Two headed boy non ironically
>having zipper pockets
>playing decent party playlist from my ipod
>3 QotSA songs in a row
>i ask some grill to reshuffle it for me
>she plays a different playlist, the one titled 'mutant playlist'
>captain beefheart plays
>having a mutant playlist
>privatly listening to anything else then albums
>actually be a /mu/ drone
>Be listening to In Rainbows
>I have to turn my music up pretty much all the way because it drowns out the buss
>Listen to it for pretty much a week strait when it came out
>Month or so later girl I like calls me "Guy who listens to the weird techno on the bus.
>Fat 15 year me decides to respond with "It's fucking Radiohead."
>Parrots me "It's Radiohead!"
>Have to leave the room to use the bathroom and cry.
>I still don't know why I got so upset.
It's ok, OP. If you weren't at least moderately bullied in high school you'll always be one of those people who takes peoples opinions way too seriously
>listening to iPod on shuffle at a party
>everyone knows me as "the guy with the great music taste"
>some girl grabs my iPod from me
>"haha guy's, let's see what "good music" anon is listening to this time
>plugs it into the speaker
>'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
>And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
>Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
>I shake it off, I shake it off
>walk outside, everyone thinks I'm leaving the party
>"ayy lmao anon forgot his iPod"
>grab a tank of kerosene from the shed
>pour it all around the house and light a match
>playing drives like jehu while playing some vidya at friend's apartment
>friend says he's going to have some people over
>10 minutes pass
>knock at the door
>about 10 people walk in and have to walk past the stereo blasting Sinews
>sour faces all around
>they do a 360 and walk away into my friends bedroom
>contemplate going home
>stay and smoke codeine and weed
>listening to music on headphones
>walking down the street
>get hit by bus
>music still playing
>paramedics face when semen stains the mountaintops
>at this party where i'm kinda cool with the people running it
>dj gets too fucked up, can't play shit
>one of the guys asks if i want to work it for a while
>feel more energized and excited than i ever did
>go to youtube and look up dance remixes for non-plebby random songs
>everyone dances the whole time
>about to switch off the dj to someone else
>entire packed basement loses it
>literally one of the coolest moments of my life
I was talking more specifically about why I reacted so hard to it.
Also, Blaming women for not liking me is like the first thing I had to overcome to not be awkward. I was awkward in high school. I totally had it coming, I just wish people weren't;t huge pieces of shit about it. Like some kids get a kick out of acting brave and picking a target that can't defend themselves. It taught me how to recognize it better into my late teens and 20's.
Funny story: I'm friends with her friends and she is super faux-indie now and talks about basic p4k-core like Wavves and Purity Ring all the time.
>at school dance
>really like daft punk
>ask dj to play one more time
>he says "yeah, its on the queue"
>watch everyone in the middle of the gym floor dance
>an hour later One More Time starts to play
>I get excited and move my way onto the dance floor
>virtually everybody on the dance floor leaves because they don't know the song
>Dj plays the song for less than a minute
>everybody goes back to the dance floor
>junior high in a nutshell
>be one mu one night
> someone posts a link to the new eccojams
>its actually fake
>some shows the rest of mu how easy it is to fake a bandcamp page
>the fake bandcamp page uploads Staying alive with a slower speed
> i find it hilarious and i set it as my alarm
>Months later i take an exam that meets at a earlier time than i wake up
>Staying alive blast through the whole lecture during the exam
> reach in my pocket and shut it off asap
here is the fake bandcamp page
mon fucking visage quand
i hope this is real op