Disconnected

This might be one of those times where it turns out I’ve gotten old. It’s highly possible.

Despite the fact that I get ID’d pretty much everywhere, I am actually a grown-a** woman; albeit one that only comes a little over 5ft.

A grown-a** woman who is still as genuinely enthusiastic about the bands and music I love as ever.

Back when in-person concerts were a thing which could happen, I went to see Fall Out Boy for the 4th time, and ended up writing this post.

(I am also one of those smol emo children who has completed the Emo Trinity, thank you v. much! 😉 )

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I’ve never quite understood why, while I’m bouncing around, screaming my heart out and singing ’til my lungs give out, everybody else HAS THEIR F**KING PHONES OUT!

Don’t get me wrong — a few photos, a video or two: there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Nice memories and all that jazz.

But if your entire night consisted of FILMING the concert, instead of WATCHING the concert, then — and this is a genuine question — why did you bother to GO to the…