I made a mix tape, once. I broke most of the rules here. No consistency. I added songs of multiple genres.

It wasn't that I was thoughtless--I really wanted the recipient to enjoy *something,* and didn't know what they liked musically, so I picked the best songs I could, but also wanted them to be different enough that at least one of them would hit. So I ended up with something that had everything. There was Bluegrass and Pop, right next to each other. A masterpiece, or so I thought.

The recipient assured me that they liked it, but they also sent me the one they had made for me. It was tonally consistent, beautiful acoustic songs, most of them seemed to flow into one another, ending with a soft instrumental song.

And then it hit me that what I sent them had Bluegrass and Pop, right next to each other.

It was, quite possibly, the worst thing I have ever done in my life. A total abomination. I never believed in Heaven or Hell or divine punishment, but if one day I die and find myself eternally tormented, I will know exactly what I did to get there.