A Breakup Letter

Dear Pandora,

I know that we’ve been together for a really long time. For a while there, it was truly something special. You were always pretty good to me, and I will always look back on our time together fondly (Well…the early years). Unfortunately, you’ve recently become unreliable, unresponsive, and (dare I say) boring.

I’m tired of hearing the same 10 songs on repeat. I know that there are more options out there, Pandora…your music knowledge and understanding just don’t seem to get it. When I tell you that I DO NOT want to hear Glee, EVER….you just don’t listen. And most importantly, you don’t understand separate stations. Just because I like a song on one station DOES NOT mean that I want to hear it on a completely irrelevant station. You’re messing with my emotions, and I’m not a fan.

Of course, it doesn’t help that I’ve met someone else. For that, Pandora, I apologize. But Spotify knows me. He understands me. He lets me make my very own stations. He has full albums that I can peruse. I don’t even mind that his commercials are pretty repetitive…because they aren’t as often. And by spending just a few hours with Spotify last week, I heard songs that you’ve never played for me. And I rejoiced.

So for now, Dear Sweet Pandora, it’s over. This hurts me more than it hurts you. I promise you that.

Sincerely,

Me.

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