I’m not even a pro musician (though it was a career option I’d considered after high school). I dabble.
And I’ll be utterly and thoroughly railed by a rusty railroad spike before I let some soulless sociopath tells me that I don’t enjoy making music!
Grand Theft Autocorrect has no feelings to hurt. Has no nervous system to signal pain. Spicy Madlibs is less self-aware than an ant.