One of the amazing tools available for studying the intricacies of human psychology is the jukebox. There are several case studies.
– Pop song repeater. I heard that “I don’t care! I love it!” song three times in about 95 minutes. The person that can do this is the adult equivalent of a fthree year old with Attention Deficit Disorder. One of my frat brothers played Bombs Over Baghdad four times in a row at a party and I broke the CD in half in front of him.
– Person who can’t pick a format that matches anyone in the room. Example – Bar the other night, all middle aged white people, 98% men. One girl goes up and plays aggressive gangsta rap. The room shuts down emotionally. Finally, someone goes up and pays extra to jump to Toby Keith. The room breathes again.
– The “funny” song person. Get ready for Barbie Girl, followed by Informer by Snow, end up with I’m Too Sexy. Toss in Afroman and Color Me Badd and you’re all set. This person likes to be the center of attention by using cheap, repetitive humor. What kind of douche does this? (It’s me)