The other night my husband walked into the living room and just laid into me...everything from I need to eat better, exercise, and take care of myself...to I need to buck up and start thinking positively...then everything in between. He even said "you don't even care what you look like to me, do you?"

Well, I didn't get mad. Instead I asked what provoked such harsh and mean critism. He said that he heard me listening to Pearl Jam's Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town over and over once again. He said he knew that when I start obsessing over songs so much things tend to turn badly. He knows me. Despite his concern, I'm still listening to the song. That said, he may very well be right. I would just suggest listening to those around you. If it is just an obsession, no harm done.