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Touhou music ruined my life

This isn’t a joke. This isn’t a meme. This isn’t a copypasta or some stupid ♥♥♥♥. This is a genuine cry for help. I can’t listen to anything but touhou music. At first I thought it was just video game music, or instrumental music, but no; even other game songs that I used to love are meaningless to me now. Songs from when I was a child, songs that previously had genuine emotional meaning and were attached to precious memories, are utterly worthless to me now – and I can’t enjoy any new music, either.

It’s not even that “mOdErN mUsIc iS bAd,” I mean I literally can’t reprogram my brain to pump out even the slightest amount of dopamine – or frankly any other chemical – at the sound and experience of music I’ve never heard before. Bands and musicians that are almost universally well-regarded for music that will be remembered throughout human history, and perhaps even afterwards, just sound like blank noise to me. I tried listening to Queen and had to stop because my stomach acids started boiling and I felt a migraine coming.

It’s not even just a matter of genre. I listen to remixes of touhou tracks of all kinds of genres, with and without lyrics, and I love every single solitary second of it. The sheer ecstasy that the climax of The Primal Scene of Japan the Girl Saw brings me is unrivaled by even my most tender and intimate memories.

My emotions are entirely controlled by what touhou song is currently playing, either out loud or in my head – and if I’m forced to hear any other kind of music in a public setting, like the playlist my bosses run at the restaurant I work at, my mental state gradually deteriorates until I’m forced to listen to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Neko Miko Reimu lest I suffer a complete mental breakdown in public. I was caught in my car after work singing Akatsuki Records' Black Mirror on the Wall by the guy I have a crush on, and I nearly drove my car into the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ocean. I think he might’ve been recording me. It hasn’t been brought up by any of my coworkers but that doesn’t mean they don’t know.

My friends have desperately tried to pull me out, to introduce me to other genres, I even joined a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ punk rock band for a little bit in the hopes that it’d recondition my brain, but I just found myself drumming the solos from Pristine Beat and Ancient Temple in every song we played. Nobody even noticed, they thought I came up with it on the fly, they called me a professional drummer in the making, but I knew I was just a hack.

I even hear touhou music in my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dreams. Literally, just last night I had a dream in which was hosting a fancy yacht party with all my friends and I could perfectly hear JynX’s remaster of Cute Devil ~ Innocence blaring in the background, the ZUNpets pouring into the very ethereal essence of my soul as the dreamscape laid my inner desires bare.

I’m listening to DiPP’s version of Reincarnation as I write this; I can feel Allah’s love coursing through me. Maybe he’ll take pity on me – for no other god seems to care.