I'd love to hear what other people think about this.
I freely admit to being a bit bothered when I see people trudging by on the street with headphones clamped over their ears. As far as I'm concerned, these people may as well be wearing shirts or carrying signs that read, "I'm not here. You're not here. This world isn't here. Don't talk to me."
Is the real world so bad that we all have to roll around in our own little musical bubbles, perpetually stoned on our favorite musical genres, deaf to our surroundings? When did the sound of... reality... become such an unbearable thing?
This summer, while I was on mountain hike, no fewer than three quarters of the people I encountered were plugged into iPods. On a sunny day in the middle of a national park! I weep for people who are so music-addicted. Like... it truly saddens me. It's as if, for some people, composing thoughts without music is like building a house without a foundation. Or nails, or screws, or any kind of fasteners to hold it together.
Oh! Evil personal listening devices! What have you done to my poor, irreversibly zombified neighbors?!
Well, ok. That was a self-answering question.