Why do I listen to the same song for hours

We wanted know: Can a person go five hours listening to the same song on repeat? Would we be OK afterward? Would we get sick? Start crying?

Joanna: Oh no. I immediately regret this. As soon as the song started playing I felt an incredible sense of dread.

Chelsea: I just remembered why this was a horrible idea.

Joanna: I've just been letting the song wash over me like a gentle wave. I learned to savor those few sweet, beautiful seconds of silence when the song ends, before it starts playing again. Chelsea made a sort of weird screaming sound after 30 minutes.

We've also become preoccupied with the concept of actually eating Breakfast AT Tiffany's. Audrey Hepburn just ate a croissant outside the store. But how far could you get if you just walked right in with a plate of bacon and eggs? Would security stop you and say, "No breakfast at Tiffany's?" Now I'm dying to know.

Overall, I can't concentrate on anything , but I feel surprisingly OK.

Chelsea: I feel like the song is starting to seep in. I'm not always aware of the song at this point but when I remember that it's still there, lingering, taunting me to notice, I yelp. Overall, I feel energized but frightened about the impending anxiety.

Joanna: I'm starting to feel deeply sad. And isolated. The lyrics of the song are starting to really affect me. The song is about a breakup. The narrator refers to his girlfriend as "the only one who knew me." The ONLY one? He only had ONE person in the world who knew him and now she's leaving him. And what kind of desperate place do you have to be in to use a MOVIE as the ONE reason to stay together???? I mean, I guess that's the whole point, isn't it? Sadness. Desperation.

Chelsea: I know Joanna started feeling bad for the narrator of the song but honestly, it sounds like he doesn't even know the girl that well and has made a lot of assumptions about her. I yell, Im starting to think hes a whiny little bitch! and realize I am angry. Angry at the song, angry at life, but mostly angry at myself.

Chelsea: Do I want this to be over? Yes. Am I doing okay? Also yes. That is, until I got a delivery for ICE CREAM and found out our new office may not have a freezer. I had to deal with a melting ice cream crisis with "Breakfast at Tiffany's" playing in my headphones the whole time. I felt super flustered and apologized to my coworkers about being a crazy person. They all assured me that I seemed to be acting totally normal and I realized: The crazy is coming from inside the house. So far it's contained but it is there, calling me over and over. Ringing like a telephone inside my head. WHEN WILL I BE FORCED TO PICK UP??

Joanna: I just feel exhausted. It's impossible to really form thoughts outside of, What ABOUT Breakfast at Tiffany's??? So we started googling Todd Pipes, the singer of the song, to discover he was on the 1996 cover of Playgirl.

Or at least, we're pretty sure it's him.

Joanna: I'm starting to feel a little confused. Is my name Tiffany? I've started calling other people Tiffany. Everyone is Tiffany. We are all Tiffany.

Chelsea: Who am I? Joanna keeps calling me "Tiffany." Is this over? I feel wonky. I thought I'd know the lyrics by now but I realized my brain just shuts off when Mr. Pipe starts serenading. If I needed to tell someone the lyrics, I could but I can't sing them in the moment. My brain is clearly trying to save me from myself.

I asked, but haven't heard back from Tiffany's if they'll let me eat breakfast in their diamond store. I bet they get that request a lot.

Joanna: I can't read words anymore. Chelsea STILL doesn't know the lyrics even though we listened to them for five hours. But she started making some weird groaning sounds.

The last 30 minutes of listening were the most intense. We had a meeting get rescheduled last minute and had to take our headphones. Listening to "Breakfast at Tiffany's" around other people in a professional setting is not ideal. Chelsea ended up having a breakdown in the middle of the meeting, mid-sentence.

Chelsea: The last 30 minutes were okay. I felt a little dizzy but the song had kind of become part of me and I stopped noticing it. As Joanna said, we had to go to a meeting. Initially, I was surprised by how well I could concentrate on what everyone was saying. It was as if I had defeated the song. I felt strong, strong enough to speak up. But it was hubris and "Breakfast at Tiffany's" came in full force to hurl me back to earth. As soon as I tried to open my mouth, I heard Todd Pipes belt out "What about breakfast at Tiffany's?" and I completely lost my train of thought. I couldn't speak. I felt my face turn red as I tried to explain what was happening. I thought I conquered the song but I was wrong. The song had lulled me into a false sense of security to stab me right in the heart and make a fool out of me. You win this round, Todd Pipes. I hope you're happy.