This week we're doing posts about our favorite neuroses. Trying to figure out what neuroses were exactly, I looked 'em up.
The all-knowing Wikipedia says this: "There are many different specific forms of neurosis: pyromania, obsessive-compulsive disorder, anxiety neurosis, hysteria and a nearly endless variety of phobias."
So. I gotta talk about one of those? I got nothing funny to say. Nothing witty. Ergo this=lame post.
So I say: Pffft. There's only one thing in that list that caught my eye and it did so for all the wrong reasons, meaning it has nothing to do with what the other word whores are doing. It's all I got.
To me, Pyromania will always be this:
DEF LEPPARD! 1983. Their website says: In the US, the LP sells 100,000 a week for most of the year and ends up selling over seven million copies in that country alone.
Okay, admittedly, I count for two of those cassette copies. I ruined the first one by playing it so much my boom-box got hungry and ate it.
So…if you've made it this far in my LAME post, in the spirit of fun—not maliciousness—fill in the blank:
Burning ________ would make me get my pyromania on?
Me? Hmmm. I could get excited about burning that pile of un-mate-able socks in the laundry room. I’d even get the s’more’s ready but, you know, those socks were on my boys’ feet. Probably make the marshmallows taste funny.
