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Obsessions You Can't/Can Explain

Steven

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I'm not even going to start about My Bizarre Obsession with the shoegaze band My Bloody Valentine...

Anyway, I'm currently obsessed with choosing a guitar to buy. This is despite me having two damaged fingers which are only slowly healing, and despite the fact that I've never been able to play an instrument (possibly due to autistic difficulties). More to the point, I can't decide - after weeks of indecision - whether I want the blue, black,or sunburst version:

I've loved guitars all my life but will likely never be able to play...so why the obsession?

*Please feel free to post about your inexplicable obsession/interest*

Obligatory & gratuitous MBV vid:

m.youtube.com/watch

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  • I should change the title to 'Obsessions I Can Explain', lol. Weeks after I became strangely obsessed about the music of My Bloody Valentine, I've finally realised why this was and is. It's because, to this autist at least, their blurred sound - even at its most noisy or beauteous - makes sense to me...because my perceptions of things (even emotions) are often similarly vague and mystifying, yet tantalisingly clear and strongly-felt somehow. Blurred is clear, clear is blurred - that's my normal state of mind.

    Life is like a state of trying to break through my skin in order to touch and feel a world beyond my own mind, to know other lives in the round; as fey as that reads, it's true for me.

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  • I should change the title to 'Obsessions I Can Explain', lol. Weeks after I became strangely obsessed about the music of My Bloody Valentine, I've finally realised why this was and is. It's because, to this autist at least, their blurred sound - even at its most noisy or beauteous - makes sense to me...because my perceptions of things (even emotions) are often similarly vague and mystifying, yet tantalisingly clear and strongly-felt somehow. Blurred is clear, clear is blurred - that's my normal state of mind.

    Life is like a state of trying to break through my skin in order to touch and feel a world beyond my own mind, to know other lives in the round; as fey as that reads, it's true for me.

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