Earworms

First of all, excuse me for whistling. If I don’t let the music out, my head will explode.

I am a chronic whistler, more so when I am stressed. I also constantly have a melody looping in my mind. That same tune can loop for hours until I nearly go crazy listening to it.

The day starts out innocently enough up to the point where I sit down for breakfast and start chewing. The cadence of my chewing starts a drum beat which then reminds me of a song with a similar rhythm. That song will stay in my head until I get to work. Then the stress of the job starts, which causes me to whistle the tune.

By the way, do you know that when you are walking, the song in your head will match that cadence? It is nearly impossible to walk at one tempo with a song of another tempo in your head. That would be like having a pencil in both hands. Your left hand is writing the Declaration of Independence while your right hand is drawing a cat. I can remember when I was in college, being forced to dance across Red Square simply because I had Tchaikovsky’s “Waltz of the Flowers” stuck in my head. You can understand why my wife refuses to walk with me when I have River Dance on my mind. There are though, certain gifted people who can walk to a different rhythm than they are hearing. I can name a few from my marching band days.

I have also noticed that tunes can travel from one person to another, much the same way that Covid-19 turned into a pandemic. Recently, my daughter was humming a Beatles tune. Though I ran to the medicine cabinet and took a large dose of vitamin C, I still came down with “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” which lasted at least twelve hours. Therefore, I have now taken to wearing foam ear plugs most of the day to block any hint of someone else’s song. This bothers my wife to no end having to learn sign language. Please take no offense if I appear to avoid any contact with you.

In conclusion, I am now wearing ear buds and listening to Bluetooth white noise to drown out any possibility of getting a song stuck in my head. I know the process of healing is a long and winding road…

What?

Ah nuts!

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