Somewhere in my many, many unfinished projects I have a very long essay about being a person who (for unknown, perhaps neurodivergence-related reasons) feels almost entirely neutral on music of any kind, and the ways this affects my existence in a world where “love of music” is held to be a universal human quality, and where even mentioning that you lack it gets you treated like an alien or robot doing an exceedingly bad job of pretending to be human

But even I know better than to try and finish and post that whole essay right now, lmao

(It does not mention rap, or any genre, by name, but I still am NOT gonna put myself in the spotlight of looking like “white person claiming to have correct reason for not liking rap”)

(Probably bad idea to even post this; might delete later)