The Awful Truth
I love the band, ABBA. I can't help it, I know every word to every song. Once I was even caught in the rest room singing, "Dancing Queen" I hide my old 8 tracks and cassettes, and go to great lengths to find places I can listen to them secretly. Once I was walking near down town Seattle, absent mindlessly humming , "Nina Pretty Ballerina" I didn't know a lady was behind me, she screamed obscenities at me, and nearly beat me to death with her purse. ABBA's music is so deeply ingrained in my psyche, I hum, whistle, and even sing it without even realizing that I am! It's going to be the end of me yet. I just don't know what to do, or who I wouldn't be embarrassed to talk to about it. I tried to discuss it with my therapist and he referred me to another, permanently. I gave up trying to find help after that. I'm at my wits end, and the worst part is.....I'M HETEROSEXUAL .