Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “earworm.” Talk about your latest earworm, or one that habitually haunts you. Enjoy!
Time to confess… I had no idea what an earworm was. I was picturing gross white slithering tubes climbing out my ears in the middle of the night. Those big juicy ones that some, more adventures cultures might eat. Yuck! But Google set me straight and my ears almost started to bleed when thinking about the Barney songs that my children used to listen to over and over again when they were younger. Oh I get a headache just thinking about it. They are very catchy tunes and teach the littlies a lot of good things, but when you have to listen to them for the umpteenth time, it is just too much. A good thing about that though is that you could sing to your kids and they didn’t bother much about how bad your voice was, but now if I hear any of the many songs that occasionally just used to pop up in my head (yes, I’ve got my head in my hands wondering how that could ever have happened) I cringe. My time for those is done – thank goodness, until I have grandchildren in the very distant future I suppose, then it will be some other irritating tunes that I’ll become accustom to.
On another note, I took on my own earworm – this one isn’t irritating – in an endeavour to improve my self-speak and negative thinking. I even had it as my ringtone for a while – “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” by Bob Marley. When I’m going through something unpleasant or can’t seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel I start singing this to myself. It helps to reprogram myself that I don’t fall into the dark pit of hopelessness that I used to do a lot. Starting to sing it I remember terrible times that I’ve been through before and how I managed to get through the other side and carry on, a little message to myself that I’ve done it before and I can do it again. I’ve got this. So let that worm wiggle its way up my ear canal, past the drum and into my mind, as long as it’s bringing better thoughts and brighter times. No toxic bacteria or dooms day visions welcome. It’s gonna be a bright sun-shiny day.
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