That Song
I hate that song. The tune annoys me and I can’t tell what the words are. It’s everywhere I go. It’s like a worm burrowing into my brain. I can’t get it out of my head.
It’s taken me over and controlling my thoughts. They are not thoughts I should be having.
I’m whistling. I’m humming. I’m thinking. It won’t go away.
I take a shower, go for a walk, write a drabble. I do anything to get it out of my head. Why is it always, always playing. I’m going mad.
There it is again. Tormenting. A painful earworm.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
I know that feeling Brian, but in my case the tune isn’t in my head, it’s in my ears as my wife continually hums what appears to be Gentille Aloutte and has done for decades. It’s like a Chinese torture! She hates it herself but can’t stop somehow. She doesn’t know she’s doing it, but claims it’s not Gentille Aloutte, which is a rather grisly song about plucking a bird’s feathers out, but Belle Marguerite, which has the same tune. Who cares 😤 (but of course I’d really miss it if she wasn’t around 🤔)
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Jamie Clapperton about 3 years ago
Feel for you Brian .. )
