I don't like your taste in music, and people hate me for it.
 

Yes, you. You too. And you in the back.
Every single person has their own genre that they defend, and their own group of people they associate with. They also seem to pick sides against genres they hate.
There is always hate with music lovers. People always denigrate and insult people who enjoy genres they deem unworthy.
But for some reason, even though everybody has their sides picked in this battle against each other, there is one group that they can all team up on and disparate together. Even as bitter enemies, the rappers and the jazzheads can all team up on me.
I am in the extreme minority of society.
I don't like any types of music. Every genre I've ever heard, I've disliked. It's the beats, the rhythms, the lyrics, all of it. It's grating, obnoxious, and intrusive. It violates and offends my ears. I can never hear myself think, or concentrate on work.
The only difference between me and you is that I hate more genres than you. Yet people seem to think they would rather I enjoy a genre that they think is laughable, as long as I am listening to some kind, any kind, of music.

All of society that I live in has music blaring. I'm a pariah, but there's nothing I can do about it because the majority in power wields that power with wanton disregard for anybody that might disagree with them.
As is any marginalized group of people, the majority never seem to think of them. They don't care as long as their own needs are satisfied.
I currently live a very secluded life away from people as much as possible (I do still have to leave to go to work) but even my home is violated by music! Ice cream trucks blaring discord into my very home!

I just wanted to share, so you people may in the future not act so childishly. Perhaps people on the streets don't want to listen to your favorite song, use some earphones.
Especially you people at work that wants to listen to some music right next to all your coworkers. They may not want to hear it, and you may be harming them by doing so. It's no different than going to work smelling of BO. Just try to be understanding of people around you.

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Yeah, I hate when people do that too. Usually it's not people who aren't particularly into music though. It's more likely to be people who think everyone listens to top 40.

I can't stand it when people come in to my forum and start broadcasting ridiculous opinions that I don't agree with. Pshh... they should learn to keep them to themselves. I'm here for only my own satisfaction, and I don't appreciate other people interjecting their irrelevant, annoying perceptions into my own personal space and violating my eyes. It's like.. use private messages! Ya know? I don't want to have to see their stupid words. So violating.

I think I'll just start banning those idiots, because the public aspect of this place is really starting to infringe on my secluded lifestyle.

Dali, would you enjoy a person smoking and blowing smoke in your face (if you don't smoke).
What about somebody who hasn't showered standing right next to you?
This is about decency.
It's always the people in the majority that don't think about their actions against the discriminated minorities in society, because they have no need to care.

It's interesting to me that you, who dislikes all of it, uses the word "genre" when discussing music. Are there some genres of music that you dislike more than others?

Hey, welcome to MB, Fredric. Just wondering, was your name inspired by The Fredric by any chance? Great band.

I don't smoke anymore, but now I just don't hang around smokers.

One of my good friends has a huge B.O. problem, but his deodorant doesn't help much because he's a hyper-sweater. I joke to him that he stinks like ass, but I understand that he's doing what he can. I just sit as far away from him as possible.

As far as people listening to music loudly, I will concede that there should be certain limits, for instance, my neighbor's kid who's all of 15 years old probably shouldn't open his bedroom windows and position his speakers facing out so that the entire neighborhood can hear his incredibly ridiculous booty rap, but that's easily solved by talking to his parents, and/or calling the cops.

I, too, have been terrorized by an ice-cream man that loves to... I don't even know.. count his money?... right outside my door, with his ridiculous ice cream songs blasting, for tens of minutes at a time. Another problem easily solved by walking outside and telling him to knock the sh*t off.

The moral of this post is this...
Different people are annoyed by different crap all the time. But if you just sit there and stew about it without actually doing something to stop it, regardless of how it makes you look, then you're simply going to be tortured, and it's not anyone else's fault. For all they know, you're inside, naked, dancing to ice cream songs.

I can't dance to either of those things though.

I think it's a myth that ice cream trucks drive through neighborhoods and stop for children; a lie perpetuated in film and television, setting children up the world over for disappointment.

When I was a child I would occasionally hear the pupil-blowing jingle of a truck filled with joy roaming down my street, and I would immediately drop everything and tear outside of the house, hoping to flag it down, but I rarely laid eyes upon it, and if I did chance upon it, it never, ever stopped.

Fuck ice cream trucks, I'm with you there.

By God, and all things that are holy. I hate those ice cream trucks too.

Which reminds me, I hate fucking clowns also. (Pinche Payasa's)

You should come visit my neighborhood. That damn truck keeps the song on until about 11pm and drives down my street at about 3mph over and over again. When your living room windows are five feet from the street it's especially annoying.

Hey now, one of my best friends was an ice cream truck driver once.
He did blare whatever music he liked but he stopped everywhere. I used to ride with him. Sometimes kids would challenge us to a game of basketball for ice cream. Sometimes they won. Sometimes they lost. All the while offensive music blasted from the truck. Nobody ever minded. Don't knock ice cream truck drivers.

I used to love the ice cream truck. Until my dickhead neighbours had the trucks banned from our street, because they couldn't stand the music.

I also have a deep seated fear of people in costume on days other than Halloween. When I was six we went to Disneyland, and in the morning had breakfast in a cafe. Aladdin approached our table, and I was quite shy (having a crush on Aladdin at the time), and hid beneath the tablecloth between my mother's knees. To my great distress, he came under the table to try and pull me out, and I screamed and cried until he fled the cafe in humiliation.

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Tally one more for the "I love ice cream trucks" side. Good thread idea, Fredric.

Let's settle this with a game of HORSE

Back when I worked at Disney, I went to a party once with a bunch of other cast members and one of the guys who played Aladdin hit on me. True story.

You're on!

You pay double for your ice cream if you lose, y'know.

Were you dressed as Jasmine? Be honest.

I'm confident in my skillz.

Nope, I was dressed as Janszoon circa 1997, which means plaid shorts were involved.

Speaking on the topic of minor inconveniences and irritants that I allow to completely disrupt the flow of my daily life, I do not much care for glow in the dark items. It's all well and fine when your parents glue imaginary constellations on your roof, but an unidentified glow in the dark object in my room can paralyze me with fear. When I was five, I had a glow in the dark Halloween bucket from a fast food chain bearing a jovial jack-o-lantern grin. Unbeknownst to me at the time, after the season had passed my mother had stored it beneath my bed. I awoke late one night, bladder swollen with fluid, and tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself. Upon returning to my bed, I could see beneath it a sinister face glowing and grinning with malice. Frankly, I'm amazed I ever slept again.

Why are these always the threads that jump 3 pages in ten minutes?

You know what I hate? People who throw incorrectly sorted items in my recycle bins when they're sitting out on the curb. Use your own recycle bins motherfuckers.

late night + alcohol

Dayum, you don't got single stream recycling?
Your city's so poor [punchline here]

because FUCK MUSIC, THAT'S WHY.

I don't remember ice cream trucks being this sexy

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This is the most pointless thread ever.

When I was twelve, I forced my friend to join me at the recycling depot against her will so we could make petty change from the collection of beer bottles my alcoholic aunt had left with us over the summer. I had carelessly been passing bottles to her as I sorted, begrudging the heat of the day and stickiness of the brew, and a bottle happened to slip my hand and explode on the tailgate of my mother's truck. A thick, brownish gray substance spattered across my friend's dismayed face, leaving a trail of fluid from her arm to her open mouth. Upon closer inspection, we discovered partially decomposed fur in the remainder of the bottle. A mouse had crawled inside it to die. We made eighty dollars that day.

I wish to be de-modded.

My city's so poor... we have the highest murder rate among cities of over 1 million in the United States?

It seems I may have offended you. I offended a gentleman the other day, who'd come into my place of work to make a simple purchase. I was feeling jocular in the morning hours, and he seemed ripe for a bit of friendly teasing. He requested two packs of cigarettes, and dropped a bag of sunflower seeds on the counter. "My addiction" he said with a foolish grin. I chuckled, and replied as I reached for his cigs "Right, that one's the problem". I noticed immediately his face turn to stone, and he busied himself texting. I sheepishly attempted to explain my comment, seeing that it had clearly not gone over well, but he left coldly. I noticed my manager in the corner doubled over with laughter, and when the door finally eased shut, she choked out "He's a meth addict".

Best story of 2011: Pedestrian

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My city is so poor... if I didn't cut holes in my kids pockets at Christmas, they wouldn't have anything to play with. :D