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Song in the queue...


When you open Spotify, play a song, and then the next song is played according to their algorithm, it is sometimes a treat, and sometimes it happens to be extremely annoying. You are like, brooo, that was not today's vibe, that doesn't suit the mood at all! Spotify just knows how you feel usually and plays that, but today you don't wanna listen to that same song which you were maybe dancing to yesterday…

How surprising it is... Your playlist defines you, as they say... I would like to deny that today. Bcoz I am not that same person when I've completed my targets, I am not that same person in the morning when I don't really have a mood to study, neither am I the same person who wants to stare at the sun till it goes down and it's so dark that mosquitos will have you for dinner, nor am I the same person as nobody loves me, and offcourse not the same as I can do it with a broken heart, mostly it also cannot be like I'm unstoppable ( although I wish it was).

So… how does that poor app suggest songs anyway?
There are days I genuinely wonder; are there actual people out there with playlists named Angry, Happy, Sad, Furious or “I Don’t Know,” and still end up thinking, ugh, none of this feels right today? Because I have those days. And let me tell you, they’re the worst. When music — the one thing that usually lifts me out of my “I don’t know” funk — fails to do its job, I’m genuinely irritated. Like, come on, music, this is literally your moment to shine. Get it together! And then there are those times when you click on someone else's playlist — maybe it hits just right today. But fast-forward to tomorrow, and you're thinking, what the hell was I on when I added this to my library? Total betrayal.

It’s kind of like the wind. One day, the breeze through your car window feels magical, like a scene out of a movie. But that same breeze through your bedroom window? Now it’s just chaos, flipping pages, scattering thoughts. What will you do?

 

Close the window…

 


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