A primary playlist of mine

Last week, I decided to finally tackle my overflowing playlist of “Feel Good Hits” that I had been curating for years. I hit play and was immediately transported into a world of nostalgia, with songs from my high school days blasting through the speakers. But just as I was getting lost in the rhythm, I accidentally hit shuffle. Instead of the upbeat bangers I was expecting, my playlist morphed into a bizarre mix of my childhood favorites and my mom’s guilty pleasures—think “Backstreet Boys” followed by “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
I found myself dancing like a confused marionette, doing the moonwalk to “I Want It That Way” and then suddenly twirling dramatically to “Dancing in the Street” like I was auditioning for a reality show called “So You Think You Can Switch Genres.” My dog looked at me like I was having a midlife crisis, and honestly, I couldn’t tell if I was about to bring the house down or just bring shame to my Spotify account.