Green-eyed monster?

A while ago, I was searching for discography torrents to download of bands that I really like. Since my iPod broke down, and I don't have a backup of all the songs I have in there (because of some other reason I am too tired to explain), I just have to download their songs again. The popular bands include Dashboard Confessional, The Ataris and Jimmy Eat World (er, is this popular? No idea.)

And there are bands unknown to most people. One of them is Boys Like Girls, a band I came across somewhere on the internet a year ago. A year back, they were just posting their songs free for downloading (although they already have their debut album) in Pure Volume to gain popularity. But lo and behold, now they already have their own site with tons of fans going gaga over them!

And I know I am weird at most times, for I feel sad because now, a lot of people are humming the same tune I used to hum alone (well, maybe with few more people who are in every corner of the globe). I don't like too popular things.

I like something I can call just my own or just for few chosen people. I like private jokes moreso, private stories, where there are too few of us who know about it.

But I guess, it can't be helped. I liked the band because I think they are good (not because they are popular, not that they were a year ago) and so it just took some time for them to get noticed. Argh. Just like with Harry Potter 8 years ago, when it was only me and Gela who adore him too much and then came the movie, everyone's claiming they love Harry. pfft. I was in a murdering mode back then. lol. Yeah, yeah. Crazy. Haha.

So where's the sense in all these?

I came to a conclusion just now, I should really not get a popular boyfriend or else, I will always be in a jealous fit (but this rarely happens though because I have issues with emotions and releasing it. lol)! Or at least, always get jealous or upset (I think..). wahaha! Oh well, like having a popular boyfriend would happen, anyway (ooohh..too bitter, eh?)

Okay, okay. I am making less and less sense by the second, thus gotta end this.