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I am the worst for this. I can listen to them ten or fifteen times in a row. I think I listened to lucky guy by the muffs about 50 or 60 times in a row one day, that is a personal record. The worst are songs in Italian and Russian, neither of which I speak (beyond basics). There are some artists that are positively addictive to me, like a drug. I understand some people don't do this but to me it's like some foods, like candy or potato chips. It causes a feeling and I want to experience it multiple times. And I realize a neurotypical wouldn't have taken a paragraph to express this sentiment. (Or call it a 'sentiment').

Oh my gosh! I do this so often. I love movie soundtracks and I listen to them over and over again. As a result, my parents can't stand me whistling "Star Trek: The Motion Picture" as well as every single other theme in the Star Trek franchise. Can you tell I have an obsession?

Man, I have never talked with anyone who has done this [listening to a song over and over], it's nice to know I'm not the only one who does it.

Speaking of music;

You may be an Aspie if you have tested and proven that when you play the movie "The Sound of Music" and play "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" soundtrack with it, they go perfectly in sync.

To test this for yourself, play the movie on your TV, play the soundtrack on your CD player. When Maria runs towards the abbey, turns around, grabs her habit and runs again towards the abbey; at the moment she grabs her habit, play track 13: "The Bridge of Khazad Dum".

From there, just sit back and watch. It is the weirdest thing.

I dunno, man. I've always loved driving. In fact, aside from the obvious fact that traffic sucks, I seem to get along quite well with a performance automobile. I once won a trophy for racing - but now, getting along with the pit crew & mechanics, that's a totally different story.

You might be an Aspie if you love machines & hate people.

For me it's quite rare that I find music I really like, but when I do I can get absolutely obsessive. Right now my big hang-ups are Anna Nalick's "Breathe" and the "Flower Duet" from the opera Lakme.

I've discovered that I like to listen to folk music from around the world just because I DONT understand the lyrics.
One of the things I absolutely hate are songs in which some jerk is crying about how his life sucks - and he's getting paid a lot of money for it. And not one of those jerks would sit still to hear me cry about how my life sucks. And the reason he thinks his life sucks is because he's actually got it so good and takes it all for granted - like he goes around hitting his wife without realizing how lucky he is to have a wife.

So, I listen to Greek singers - don't understand a word of it - and really enjoy the melody & instrumentation.

so nice to know I am not the only one. I listen to way more music in languages I don't understand than in my native language which is english. People sometimes assume I am multilingual....which I would be if I were more focused and disciplined but I hate figuring out conjugation and declension and trying to remember that stuff. If the emotion in a song touches me I will stop at nothing to find the translation, once I accept that it might ruin the song for me, which occasionally happens. It's very comforting to listen to music I don't understand, and enjoy the phonemes and morphemes...the voice becomes another instrument, especially when they are phones that aren't used in english.

The weirdest thing is that in my sleep I can sing along to the music I listen to perfectly...I do this alot in my dreams...I know every word and have perfect pronunciation. And when I wake up it just fades away and I 'forget' again.

You get overwhelmed when this website has so much traffic that you can't get on.

Hmm. I suppose it's true for some, but for the most part, I view it as a dramatic presentation. Sorta like a mini movie, I view it as a story. I'm a big fan of Linkin Park, and most of their early work is about hating their parents. (They've widened their subject matter lately, so it's not all about hating parents anymore.) But I feel the way they write their music really captures the frustration and feelings one could easily experience.

Of course, in the end, it's about the tune. If it dosen't have a tune, I won't listen to it, until my brother makes me. Sometimes, I'm surprised at what I eventually find. But as far as getting new bands and stuff, I leave that to him. Like I said, most of what I obsessively listen to are scores and soundtracks.

Music is like swimming for me. I compare the style of rap to walking through a puddle, while a standard rock song is like running through a wading pull. Nu Metal (especially Linkin Park's Numb) is like walking in shallow water, and a full score is like diving in and being immersed in the sounds, notes, beats, style; all culminating in a piece filled with emotion and feeling. The best ones are the kind that wash over you and raise the hair on your back.

So yeah, I don't know if anyone cared, but there's my two cents... And a quarter or two.

Music is about the rise and fall, the pattern of the music. The vocals are just another instrument generally. I find I am simplistic when it comes to music, and I am either apathetic, hate it, or love it based on the sound. Even a song with a sad subject raises joy in me if I like the sound.

To sum it up, and get things back on topic....

You might be an aspie if....

sad songs you like dont make you sad, they make you happy.

Guess thats an empathy problem, right?

YMBAAI...

You find it easier to sleep with your favourite music, which happens to be heavy metal, rather than trying to sleep in a quiet room.

People tell you on a regular basis that you are being "aggressive" because you won't let something drop when the other person is wrong.

Your company holds a stall on the Christmas Market in town and the first thing your eye is drawn to is the Windows 3.1 / 95 / 98 books and HTML guide that someone donated, you then pay £3 for the four books and are happy because you probably would have paid double that at least.

At the same market you can stand outside for a couple of hours on the stall and wonder why everyone is complaining they're cold (there had been heavy snow for three days previously, but it didn't bother me.)

The only reason you're off work on the 23rd+24th of December is because everyone else in the building booked those two days off, so there would be nobody to let you in to get on with your work.

YMBAAI:

You can't watch 3D movies.

You only say Merry Christmas in response to people who say it to you, and only as a reflex.

Your nickname with your friends is "Aspie".

You don't want to tell your parents (or anyone who would fuss or get upset over it) that you have Asperger's. You feel as if your telling them also tells them that you want help for it, when really all you want is for them to know and be done with it.

You post on WrongPlanet.

You envy Rain Man.

You've been described as many differents things by your teachers, but none of them are true. (One teacher called me spoiled because I didn't answer his vague questions in front of the class, I was 11 at the time.)

You can converse with anyone, albeit uncomfortably. They're all the same, after all.

You're known to be childish and immature and also for your ability to stun people with your incredible insight. I went on talkback radio and discussed a topic that means very much to me, road safety. I called my friends telling them I was going to call and to listen in, because they'd be interested. Afterwards, they sent me messages saying they had never heard me be so normal, and that I actually sounded like a "semi-sane human being". This was all in good humour, but I could tell they were genuinely impressed with what I was saying and how I came across, like they had succeeded in teaching me social skills (and they have ).

They didn't have dentists or modern toothbrushes, but they also didn't eat much if any sugar, and they ate quite a bit of coarse, fibrous food that automatically cleaned their teeth while chewing (and such coarse food took a lot of chewing). Also, not so much acid food like oranges, soda, coffee. Actually, I cant think of any major acid foods that they _did_ eat, though I might have missed something.

I wonder whether any anthropologist/archaeologist has studied the statistical amount of tooth decay in medieval skulls from graves?

You missed lots. Fungal infections from grain, insects in wheat chaff. Grit from the grinding mills was very hard on their teeth. Beer breath. I could go on.

you might be an aspie if you can correct and aspie that can correct an aspie that knows more than NTs about 1000 year old peasant trivia.

Can Australians say "....though the tough cough and hiccough plough him through..." phonetically?

You are obviously american, then. Its only Americans that don't pronounce it phonetically. Its phonetic over here in Australia.[/quote]

Oh yeah?



Could you read that phonetically for me, typically Australian?

Oh, my! I'm not doing "well" here at all! I started reading this topic from the beginning, thinking I'd read all the way through before I added anything, so that I wouldn't be talking about something that everyone had done to death four years ago, and I just can't keep my mouth (or keyboard) shut! So many memories! I love you all-- never thought I'd find even one or two people who were much like me, much less a whole slew of you!

So, anyway, when I was in second or third grade arithmetic, I had personalities assigned to all ten digits-- 8 was a mean man, for example: today I'd call him a sadist, and 7 was a sort of "helpless heroine" adult woman. The operators were all actions, and all taken together the problem made a story-- and it wouldn't necessarily come out with a "happy ending", or people doing moral things, and I kept trying to make them come out right and still make arithmetic sense. I don't remember ever telling anyone else what I was trying to do with my arithmetic problems: I probably knew they'd think I was crazy.