Reminds me of when I tried MDMA. Everybody in the group was trippin' hard, the others were zipping around incessantly, talking non-stop, and slowly getting naked. I was having the time of my life sitting quietly at the computer and assembling a playlist for 6 hours. Everybody was worried that I was bored, or feeling sick, I didn't know how else I could explain that I was enjoying myself.
Well, I don't use sun block, and I'm still depressed! How do you explain that, Mr. President!
On the flipside, I still remember several of my former high-school classmates singing it in unison, with full awareness of significance and full intent of expression. Yes, high-school. And we were, basically, a buncha' nobodies from a small town. This thought gives me some measure of hope that maybe they haven't lost that drive, and I'm sure this wasn't a unique occurrence.
Like, seriously! Now?! What the fuck tipped them off?!
No. And I may have just learnt the value of allowing some things to remain a mystery.
This rattled me in ways I didn't know I could be rattled. I'm not trying to shit on anyone's tastes, I'm in no position to judge, but... sweet Jesus...
Maaan, so I could've been doing the same thing, but while being Dutch?! Dammit, mom!
You can say "sorry, I don't have chargers for Apple stuff."
"Can I use your wall socke..."
"None of them are for Apple stuff, either, sorry."
Eeeewww! I have never seen anything tackier in my entire life, and I'm Balkan!
Oh, yes! I sure do miss that community made up of ass kissers and people who are just as miserable as I am! Or those 2-3 chill people with whom I meet for a chat weekly anyway, outside work hours because I sure as hell ain't in the mood for socialising while I'm wasting (at least) a third of my day and life doing busiwork for someone else!
In this case, I'm still lucky! It's enough for a statistically significant portion of the species to try it out and draw conclusions, I'll unravel other mysteries:)))