I made the fatal mistake of leaving the house with broken headphones today.
For your reference, I listen to about 6 hours of music each day, about 3 hours of which takes place on public transportation.
So, rather than listening to the dynamic melody and heart-melting lyrics of “Spanish Sahara” by the UK alternative rock group Foals, I had the “opportunity” to listen to the incessant squealing of a 5 year old demon.
This kid’s squealing, averaging about every 3 seconds, has officially ruined my entire week, and I was only on the train with him for about 18 minutes.
It cut me to the core, man. It really did.
Occasionally, there’d be a slightly longer lull of silence, lasting about 7-10 seconds, which would be aggressively ripped away by this child’s excited squealing.
That’s another thing—the squealing was not unhappy squealing, but HAPPY squealing.
Not to sound insensitive, because I know that what I’m about to say is awful, but I almost wish it was unhappy squealing, because then the child himself would be just as miserable as everybody else whose train ride was being ruined.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
