The symptoms of this (pretty common) condition led me to a reasonably pleasant diagnostic center,where I had to sip one of those delightful Barium sulfate "milkshakes" , and wait -and wait for it to reach its desired location.
Yes, I know: TMI (Too Much Information).
I should have brought a book along - but didn't ; and therefore had little to concentrate on except the music - which poured out irresistibly from hidden Hi-Fi speakers.
All the songs were love songs : provided a song in which the singer tells us how much he/she is in love with him/her self can be classified as a love song.
Honest ! That struck me as the very core of every song I heard : "I'm in love with me !"
The rest of the song seemed to deal with how the other party - the listener - impacted on this self-loving relationship.
Just before I went in to undergo the Cat Scan , I had time to reflect on how popular this music - and presumably this self-adoration concept had become; and to wonder if there might be a relationship between such attitudes and our extraordinarily high divorce rates.
You think of all kinds of stuff in the Land of the L.O.S.T. !