Hi everyone, this week @galenkp with one of the topics proposed in the Weekend-Engagement has made me remember one of the darkest times of my life, just by remembering the worst song I've ever heard I relive one of the most humiliating moments I've ever had to live, in 2007 I began to study a Bachelor's Degree in Education at a university that depended on the Ministry of Defense of my country, that is, it was a university of the armed forces, for this reason civilians could study there but apart from the subjects inherent to the career we chose, we also had to study military theory subjects and also physical practices, I hated military practices of course but I have always been committed to everything I do so even though I didn't like it I was good at it.

One of the reasons why I hated physical military practice is that I traveled daily from one city to another to attend university, for this reason I spent many hours sitting on a bus, many hours without eating and also many hours a week organizing my little time to be a good student, for defense it seemed horrible to me to also attend military practice once a week and endure walks jogging and activities in full sun, stationary walking and practices with a replica of a Light Automatic Rifle, but what bothered me the most was the attitude of the military who gave the instructions, often inconsiderately and treating us not as civilians but as cadets.

For the classes everyone had to carry a replica rifle, my brother made my wooden replica and even so it weighed a lot, obviously it didn't weigh the same as a Kalashniskov like the one used by the real cadets, but for me it weighed a lot and it bothers me to carry this on the bus. Having a stationary march for hours with that fake rifle on my shoulder was exhausting, but the worst came one day with an instructor who was a colonel or major in the army, I don't even remember his rank anymore, I just know that everyone treated him as superior. The military guy began to sing a song phrase by phrase so that we will continue the stationary march following the rhythm.

I think that all the armies in the world sing songs while they march, it's a good way to keep time at the right time, but this song was simply the most horrible song, it was a song of the reggaeton genre 🤦🏻‍♀️, that type of music that originates in Latin America and is currently known in a large part of the world and is characterized by its lyrics of a sexual nature where, in many cases, women are also objectified.

Until then I tried to be tolerant and currently I still do, I don't like that music at all but I respect the people who want to listen to it, but just as in other genres there are also songs with sexual lyrics, I believe that there are places and times that are propitious to listen to each type of music, but with reggaeton there is a problem and it is normalization, that is, people see it as normal to listen to this music in any public place in the presence of children and people of any age, that is what bothers me, so when this soldier gave The order to repeat the song while we marked the stationary march step for me was the worst humiliation.

That song has the name of Micaela and the Doctor, the song tells the story of a girl who had a very protective father and didn't let her go anywhere except for school, the song says that the girl gets sick and asks her father to take her to the doctor, but what the song says is that the girl got sick from loneliness or rather from lack of sex, so when the doctor touches each of her parts she tells the doctor where she wants him to touch her until the doctor has sex with the girl inside the office while the father is outside waiting, as you can imagine the song explains in detail everything the girl and the doctor do. Now imagine my anger and disgust when I saw that the soldier gave us the order to repeat the lyrics of that song while I was tired of the march, my anger intensified when I saw that instead of raising their voices and complaining, all my fellow students seemed to like the song and all the obscenities it said, they all marched happily singing this horrible song. From that day on I understood that I was not the same as all of them and that unfortunately I would have to put up with all that to move on, graduate and leave all those bad memories in the past, including the most horrible song I ever heard.