you're not my cup of tea

As a melody

To ease my sorrow

your name,

always on replay,

Even though it’s only been two weeks

I already miss you

It seems to me, as if nowadays, the teenagers were creating their own struggles/ problems based on what type of music they listen to or what kind of movies they actually like to watch.

For instance, girls would be more tempted to dramatize over their boyfriend not texting them back in the following minutes after listening to some of the most depressing break-up songs than how our grandparents generation would have feel while waiting for a postcard or even a single phone call a week. Back then, people didn’t need a constant reminder that they were loved. However, now, our society is based on a real lack of self confidence which is created by the beauty standards created by the crazy amount of ads all around us, in magazines, in billboards, and those beauty standards are reinforced by the constant use of social media, such as Instagram and the crazy use of apps that modify one’s real appearance.

But there is not only one struggle, a new problem created by the youth is also emerging from the influence of music, and most importantly rap music. The lack of struggle itself.

For instance, French rap music focuses mostly on the use of drugs, on the act of selling drugs and on the money that you can gain at the end of the day. I’ve personally known a guy — my ex— who was born in a wealthy family, his parents were super present for him, always. But he still did and sell drugs. Why? Well even if he never told it clearly, I think that everyone who has known him for a bit of time could have blamed it in a way on his musical tastes. One day we had an argument and he simply told me that if he were to work a regular job such as a waiter in a restaurant for instance, well he wouldn’t be able to see me and that he wouldn’t have time for himself as well as he would not get as much money as he actually got by doing this “job”. That’s fucked up because those people are being sold a dream life that should not even be something to look up to, as if prison was an option in life? Well it isn’t. You shouldn’t aim to gain tons of money by risking your freedom just because some guys on a song said that it was cool.

First of all, the question that you MUST ask yourself, is why? Why would you want to go back with someone you hurt/ or with someone who hurt you? Are you mad ?

Yes I know, it was good while it lasted, he/ she was the sweetest, super good-looking, pretty much great in bed.. wow was that all a dream? But why did your relationship ended ? Did he/she cheated ? Did you? Were you hurt by something they say ? And you want to go back to this? All the lying, the bad memories ?

The definition of a memory is “something remembered from the past” THE PAST. Behind you. So yes, perhaps you’re missing the way they used to touch you, kiss you, but seriously, is that worth being taken back to a time where you weren’t yourself anymore ? A time of despair ? Sadness ?