I’m nobody to tell anyone to chill when a bout of euphoria rushes through them and they get excited. This is when yolo happens. Yolo is dangerous.
Example: If I’m riding with you and we’re on the highway, and your song happens to come on, and you get turned up…. chill. Please. I don’t want to die because of your yolo moment. Now you’re speeding, swerving, head-bobbing, music loud as hell, your tongue sagging out of your mouth, reciting lyrics, your eyes wide open from excitement and looking like you’re on an experimental drug. Just… chill. I don’t want to die.
If I’m a punk for asking, so be it.