Thirty-Fifth Post
I feel like my posts have been very Doogie Howser-esque, lately. Illustration:
So…the only video I could find was this play on Doogie’s journal entries from How I Met Your Mother (here is his full diary, though — super-great), but you get the idea (maybe?): I’ve been adding these concluding statements to the ends of my entries, as though the resolutions of my inner-conflicts have already been reached — and with ease, in general.
It’s silly! I mean, look at the last (or near-last) sentences from my previous four [full] entries:
- I’d like to think that I’m embracing the complexity of a grayer attitude towards food.
- So…I’m happy with change right now, and I’m working to accept some good.
- Basically, a good love would really grant me some peace of mind, I think.
- When it came down to it though, I was quite happy with that give-and-take.
Yikes, dude…gimme a break! I’m gonna have to cut down on that bidness, because — 4 rlz — I very infrequently know what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is going on. I think I was probably just attempting to express contentment in my various situations, but it comes off as way too sitcom-endy to me. In reality, no situation ever meets its conclusion…it simply mutates into something else. Which might be some kind of life lesson, but I ain’t saying as much!
Anyway…do you know that there are songs constantly running through my head? There is no silence in there…I wonder if it’s the same deal with everyone else. Here’s the current one:
All That Jizz by Ta’quil (AKA Killer Mike), a character on the super-awesome show, Frisky Dingo. It’s nasty and I love it.
Concerning songs that are constantly running through your head, this is what Mark Twain (your capillary hero, as quoted by the neurologist Oliver Sacks) has to say: “They took instant and entire possession of me. All through breakfast they went waltzing through my brain… I fought hard for an hour, but it was useless. My head kept humming… I drifted downtown, and presently discovered that my feet were keeping time to that relentless jingle… I jingled all through the evening, went to bed, rolled, tossed, and jingled all night long.”
I guess the difference in that case is that the inner music became annoying, because he couldn’t get rid of it. Does it ever get annoying for you or can you tune your inner radio? I tend to get stuck on things until they annoy me, and then finally disappear (Empire commercial anyone?). Anyway, I like Sacks’ idea that music might be “neurologically irresistible.” Less nerdily but more AllyMcBealy, I like to think that if good movies have great soundtracks, so should life.
Ah — you of course made my day by referencing ol’ Sam Clemens! The music never particularly annoys me, but it’s just always there. I think it’d be strange if it weren’t, actually…and I like this neurological irresistibility thing!
i posted that exact video clip on MY blog a whiles ago… http://johanna101.livejournal.com/6737.html
I’m finding the same problem with my blog: I always feel the need to end it with some gradiose statement. Otherwise it seems to lack closure or something. How can I break this habit?
Hehehe — I KNEW I’d seen that somewhere before, Johanna!
And Ben, clearly the only way to solve this issue is by ending your entries with nasty rap songs.
THE ONLY WAY.
Group outing to see the new Harold and Kumar?
I’ve already seen it. It’s not witty, nor is it smart, but I promise it will make you laugh.
“NPH wouldn’t do that…”
I also almost constantly have a song in my head. Right now it’s the “Mambo” song from West Side Story. I have no idea how it got there. Sometimes I can figure out why I’m singing a particular song, but it’s usually a stupid reason. I probably saw something that rhymes with mambo, like a bag of Combos or…something else that rhymes with mambo. Sometimes I can ID the trigger and sometimes I can’t, but I’ve pretty much always got one up there.
I have a few “go-to” songs that I don’t hate that for whatever reason stick well in my brain, for deployment in the event that a horrible horrible earworm gets stuck in there, which happens fairly often. I actually stopped setting my alarm to a music station, because it seems my brain is extra susceptible in the morning or something, because whatever shitty song I’d hear waking up would often be in my head all day. Now I wake up to WBUR instead.