Thanks to rypunked, I’ve been listening to Mojave 3 more and more and more, lately. Sometime late yesterday or today, Prayer for the Paranoid became the newest song that I’ve been looping incessantly.
For those that know me, I tend to succomb to a particular song in a really compulsive sort of way. I’ll wind up playing the same damn song over and over and over again, until I can’t stand it anymore. But until that cumulative moment where I can’t hear it anymore, I enjoy the repetition. Immensely.
I don’t know what it says about me, about my habits and my tendencies. I don’t know what it says about the way I derive pleasure from routine. And you know what? I don’t care what it says about me. I like it, and I draw a strong sense of pleasure from it. That’s all that really matters.
Even if it is a bit weird. 
