I haven’t been writing a lot. At least not this week. I’ve been exploring different creative and painless ways of filling my days. I’ve gone back to YouTube and it’s been fun for the past few days. Who knows how long I will be able to keep it up, but I’ve made a couple new videos that I’m proud of. I’m also a Tweeter, of sorts, and am on that Instagram thing. CandiceChetta is always my screen name because, you know, uniformity. Anyway. Little update.
I don’t understand it when people say they like music ironically.
It doesn’t make sense. You either like something or you, really, just don’t.
Have we confused that childish, joyful laughter and smile accompanied by a skip in heart beat and a jovial surge of energy when we hear some new magical music? If we laugh at something new, does that mean we only like it ironically.
You don’t learn the lyrics and obsess over something you like ironically. You like it, dude. It literally makes you happy.
So, maybe just go on liking the shit you like and fuck what other people think.
(Listening to Weird Al. Unironically. Which I’ve decided is a real word. Also unironically.)