When I was 19 or so back in the early 1980s, I had a college friend who rode everywhere on his newfangled moped thing and he always wore headphones wherever he went. He was a big music
fan. Then one fall semester he did not come back,
because he had been hit and killed by a truck.
I can't say that the headphones caused it, but
I can say this: It's 20 years later. I'm married, with a kid, years of fun behind me. I kept going. He stopped. Sometimes I used to think, wow, luck, fate, there but for the grace of something etc, enjoy my time because I could lose it all in an instant. Then again, I never rode around on a moped with headphones. I am still pissed off at him. But do whatever you want. Your life.