Peace, Love, and Kissing Up

This sort of goes along with last week's chapter. Yesterday, I was all ready to go CVS to get the things I need for my dorm. But my friend called me to help out his radio show. So I went out of that for a little while. When I left, some girl I knew begged me to come watch a gentleman sing and play guitar who hired by the program committee. I felt really bad because there was no one there. He was pretty good and I enjoyed watching him, but I really had stuff to take care of. So when I got out, it was about 15 minutes short of 10 o 'clock. By the time I got to CVS, it was about 9:54, and when the clock struck 10:01, some worker yelled at me and told me I have to leave. I was so frustrated I didn't buy any of the things I had picked out, I just put them down and walked out the door.

I feel the same way sometimes when having conversations with people. For instance, on one hand, I feel there is no such thing as bad music, so I shouldn't say that I think Hillary Duff's So Yesterday is a terrible song if a friend likes it. On the other hand, I feel lame like I might lose my credibility if I am not honest about music. I think it works the opposite way too. When I'm with a group of guys and I admit that I didn't think the film Twilight had bad acting, that might not benefit me so well either.