Songs for a Neophyte: 2015.38

Trap Queen.
Fetty Wap.

Thin
Mechanical
A sudden
A sudden
Then thin
Memories of a before
Self-fulfilling
Content
Who are you?
And where have you come from?
And why are you proud of either?

Lyrics.
I don't know, man. Money isn't everything. Sex isn't everything. Drugs aren't everything. Maybe if you have near-equal proportions of all three, you at least approach it? Maybe, Fetty?
I wouldn't know. I haven't ever done any mind-altering substances harder than Caffeine, and I don't like to use that. I've been single for years, now, and I haven't downloaded even one dating app. I took a job as a long-term substitute and I just . . . didn't spend the money I made. Either I'm the most satisfied person in the world, or there's something I keep missing about vice. From the outside, it seems transient. I want something else, I think, something I know I can control, and in infinite supply.

Recently, I've been chasing happiness. I was teaching, and I decided to leave happy every day. If I could accomplish that, I would have done a good job that day. It changed the way I approached a lot of things. Not superficially, though. Essentially everything about teaching was the same, for me, and I was hard on a few kids who disrespected me or others in the classroom (these are a big no thanks for me, and I tend to react [at least] proportionately). But in essentially everything, I was able to find the small moments of pure happiness. At the end of my work experience, I would say that overall, I was at an eight of ten for three straight months without a single really down day.
This is a dramatic departure. If I sleep badly and do nothing I like, I tend to feel roughly depressed about one in every two days.
I'm going to exercise more, eat without worrying too much about the contents, read more books, write more posts, call more friends, and generally avoid unhappiness. If I can end every day happy, I will have accomplished what I'm looking for.

This is not a resolution for the new year, though I am aware it is New Year's Eve. I just wanted to articulate what I liked so much about being so happy all the time.

Stephen Barry.
Is "ratchet" a bad term still, or have the kids robbed it of its piercing power? I had a lot of students proudly claim it as a label (these were mostly white kids, though) and a few who would toss it at their friends as a weapon (these were mostly black kids, though), so I'm not sure if, on the whole, the word is good or bad. Regardless, I can tell you that this song is bad. Not musically, I guess, since it's consistent and grabs me by the ears like a raging schoolteacher. And the lyrics aren't a microwave full of raccoon droppings. And the voice, Fetty Wap's illustrious yawn, well--though there's nothing to commend, I can't find anything to condemn, especially. It's a voice.
So why do I find this song so distasteful, I wonder?

No.