I have been over-dosing on music lately. I purchased a bunch of CDs that I haven’t really listened to more than once apiece. I feel a little guilty for not listening to them more and I’m worried that I bought them because I like to have new music available to me, instead of actually wanting each album on their own merit.

I’ve enjoyed all the albums that I have bothered listening to. It’s not like they have disappointed me. It’s just that I feel like I’m neglecting my new purchases by not listening to them more. I only have so much time in my day and with writing and exercise, I have little else at the end of the day except sitting. I can’t listen to music while I’m writing, so I end up only listening when I exercise, and even then the music has to compete with the movies that have arrived from Netflix.

I almost feel as if I’ve personified the CDs and given them human traits and feelings. Kelly Clarkson is pouting on my desk because I only listened to her once. I didn’t even listen to her actual CD. I just ripped it and listened to it on my Treo while I ran on the treadmill. Ultra Dance is strutting around like a pimp because I’ve listened to it more than the others. Those Grammy Nominee albums are sulking because I haven’t actually listened to either of them all the way through.

I guess it doesn’t matter if I listen to them or not, except I feel like I’ve wasted my money. I guess I should have borrowed them from the library.