It gives you a song that activates your party mode like a hidden cheat code you forgot existed.

One moment you’re minding your business. The next? You’re vibing to a song you swear you’ve never heard… but your subconscious is dancing like it’s 2024. Memories you didn’t know were still in storage suddenly come online like: “Hello? Hi? We’ve been here the whole time, bestie.”

And the beat? Oh, the beat. It’s one of those rhythms that demands flashing party lights. The kind of lights that flicker perfectly in sync with the bass drop. The exact lights that –plot twist– were last seen at the apartment of someone who said he was going to bring them back.

Did he? No. Did I want them back? Also no. At the time, my energy was basically like, “I don’t want them back. That was our thing. I’m never gonna use them again.” 

Fast-forward to today, and suddenly I’m standing at the office, feeling a deep spiritual need to recreate a private disco when I go back home. Turns out Enlightened Me forgot how much Party Goblin Me loves ambiance.

So naturally… I ordered new ones. Upgraded. Stronger. Possibly powerful enough to signal aliens.

I may not have my spontaneous joy-rave tonight. But tomorrow? Tomorrow I might be ready to throw a solo party so iconic even my past lives show up. Or I might completely be in another mood that doesn’t need party lights. 

Because sometimes life doesn’t hand you lemons. Sometimes it hands you a beat, a craving, and a tracking email that says: “Your order will arrive tomorrow.”