My Feelings While Record Digging

Maybe this is more telling of my personality flaws than it is a typical response but, whenever I'm digging, I have this unexplainable sense of entitlement. LOL
Like others can get records but only after I have leisurely strolled through the spot and grabbed or dismissed everything I felt like. I hate when I've only gon through, a few crates and somebody else is looking in a crate I haven’t gotten to yet. I wanna be like "HEY HEY...GET!" like I’m shooing a small animal away or something, but home training prevails.
What’s worse is when somebody digs in a crate you just finished. Several things go through my mind when this happens:
1. Why would this guy go after a crate I just finished, does he think my taste sucks? Is he quietly thinkin "this n*gga prolly don’t even know what to grab".

2. What if I missed something dope? What if two records were stuck together and I accidently thumbed em both thinkin they were one? Could I be like "Excuse me sir, I was just there and I didn’t know those were stuck together, hand me that record you’re holding please."

3. If you’re after the stuff I left behind, you must have amazing confidence in A. your digging skills or B. Your beat making skills. Like, you’re either so up on records that even the common stuff holds rare value to you or you just know you can make crack out of 101 strings lps

But back to my main point,
I am also very annoyed by the intentions of these people looking for records. I personally feel like, if you’re not a beat maker, get out of the store you faggot. Here's why I feel this way:

A. If you’re a collector that doesn’t make beats your just robbing beat makers of vinyl, because you’re just grabbing hot stuff and sitting on it!!
What if I was a food collector in Somalia?? Those pot bellied n*ggas in them perpetual fly clouds could put that food to much better use than I could just casually collecting different types of nutritional sustenance for my personal kicks and giggles.
(True story: Once a fat white girl with a tye dye shirt grabbed like four marvin gaye records before I got to the crate. I then heard her tell the clerk she grabbed them cuz she liked the way Marvin Gaye's hair looked and she was gon hang them in her dorm..........murk yourself)

B. If you grew up with the music and you’re grabbing it for the sake of nostalgia you’re on my nerves. Get a cd you fossil! They got box sets that contain every thing you ever listened to in one nice tidy package, (I've seen the infomercials at 3:00AM to prove it). Records belong to beat makers.

(Disclaimer: This assessment is very likely extremely selfish and near-sited but re-read my aforementioned inexplicable sense of entitlement)


You ever feel really confident about NOT choosing a certain record, like "fun with typewriters, 1983?? I'm not gon use this" but then when somebody else picks it up you get terrified. "I Shoulda just grabbed it, it was only 75cents, why didn’t I just keep it" despite the fact that you have four crates worth of stuff on you?

again, maybe it’s just me, but I feel like anybody who can’t prove they are actually going to use the record "correctly" should have to forfeit it to anybody in attendance who is. Like if a collector is grabbing stuff to add to the rest of his untapped gems and Just Blaze walks in, the clerk should get on a P.A. and be like "ATTENTION ALL COLLECTORS, ATTENTION ALL COLLECTORS, PLEASE LEAVE ALL VINLY IN THE BLACK BIN FOR REAL PRODUCER APPROVAL, I REPEAT, PLEASE LEAVE ALL OF YOUR SELECTIONS IN THE BIN FOR REAL PRODUCER APPROVAL" And then JB could casually walk over and look through them, pick what he wants from the black bin and leave what he feels they can keep, and then he'd continue his digging as usual. That’s only right!


before I end this rant, I have one more analogy to drill my point home.


How would everybody feel if you saw Woody Allen dating ‘Delicious’ (from Flavor of Love...you know...the thick joint with the GIANT booty that you wanted to bite) yep. and you overheard him saying "I plan to marry her and lead a celibate lifestyle with her because I appreciate her soul so much" You'd be like "oh this faggot has lost his mind??? Lemme get a crack at that before you hand cuff her away for a life of improper usage!" Case in Point!