Watching this thread, as they say on Reddit.
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What I’m going to say below hasn’t been working that well for me lately, so take it with a grain of salt.
To answer your question: I listen to music, any and all sorts (I am not that selective, not just by your standards, Minio (I listen to pop, hip-hop, opera, anything), but I am constantly on the lookout for new music and update my library all the time, adding stuff. The old adage that one listens to music from one’s youth and doesn’t like new music definitely doesn’t apply to me).
I adore music and the worse things get (which, frankly I’ve had some experience with that in the last few years), the more I retreat into it. It used to be movies, but ironically, I can’t anymore. They require too much processing and they make me sad more often than not now, which isn’t the point.
As such, I listen to music, swap my headphones every now and then to keep them charged. When I’m in that zone, it physically gives me shivers. I get a scary rush of adrenaline and eargasms, as a great artist called it.
Without exaggeration, I must spend 19-20 hours a day listening to music. My library is pretty huge and on shuffle so it never gets old (thematically it must be weird, but I like going from Itzhak Perlman to Concrete Blonde to Metallica and not knowing what’s next).
I find myself foregoing films for music more and more (scandalous, I know), so in the evening I just sit on my porch with my music.
But this isn’t for everyone. My mother who trained as a professional violinist says she couldn’t do this because this ‘wears out’ music for her. I don’t relate to this. She also thinks working to music cheapens it which I understand, but I’ve never enjoyed a song any less just because I’d previously written an article or a short story to it.