Not Weird, Just Wired

Some people like their music whispered

—

delivered gently into their ears,

a private concert conducted

in the quiet between thoughts.

Me?

I want it loud.

Not volume-for-the-sake-of-it loud,

but felt loud.

I want it to climb into my chest

and shake the dust off my soul.

I want to stand so close to the speaker

that the bass rearranges my heartbeat.

I want to move because the rhythm

said so—

not because I planned to dance,

but because my body had no choice.

And maybe that sounds a little dramatic.

Maybe a little weird.

But it’s not.

It’s beautiful—

because it means I want to feel something

all the way through.

That’s not shallow.

That’s honest.

Some people numb out.

I lean in.

I let joy hit me at full volume.

And there’s no shame in that joy, either.

I don’t hide it,

I laugh with it.

I press my ear to the speaker of life

and say, “More.”

That says something about how I live.

Headphones are control.

Boundaries. Inner world.

But a giant speaker?

That’s surrender.

That’s communion.

That’s body meeting beat in real time.

That’s becoming the music

instead of just hearing it.

So no, it’s not weird.

It’s presence.

It’s memory.

It’s Junkanoo drums calling me home.

It’s culture you don’t just watch—

you merge with.

It’s me—

wired for wonder,

always ready to be moved.

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