Against iPods
I don’t know where the switch came from, I don’t know when it flipped. I can’t say that I will never want an iPod again - even this weekend I had wanted one. But it’s become liberating for me to realize that, in many cases, not only do I not need a self-created bubble of sound and psychology to get through the day, but I enjoy not having one. Despite all the annoyances and irritations, I more often feel comfortable creating peace for myself amongst the chaos of the city than trying to assemble a good mood from a lot of arbitrary sounds and words.
And it’s things like that that make me wonder if I’m not, maybe, slightly, a little bit insane.
I hope I didn’t sound preachy, by the way - y’all relish the use of your iPods for your own reasons, and that’s cool, I would never begrudge you that (except in jest, obviously). I’m just remarking on a change I’ve noticed in myself, and wondering if it strikes a chord with anyone else.
