Hijacking the Earworm

[azurelunatic]

Internal jukebox goes mad, plays a stretch of song over and over and over. Or there's a phrase you mutter to yourself.

I've had two of these fairly recently. One's an old one that I've had since childhood.

It's a round, a fairly old one.

Rose, Rose, Rose red
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, Sire,
At thy will.

Notice the anachronism. Women don't tend to marry at their father's bidding anymore; yay longer lifespans! For a modern woman, having this in one's head is unsettling and disruptive to the development of individual Will. And I couldn't get it out of my head.

So I hacked it. Subtly.

Rose, Rose, Rose red
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at my Will, Sire,
At my Will.

That's much better.


The newer one is the one that I repeat to myself in the mornings when I'm depressed and can't always make it out of bed. "I hate myself and I want to die." Not the sort of thing you want to repeat. I managed, finally, to redirect: "I hate everyone and I want them to die." Still hostile and hateful, but it's easier for me to squash outwardly-directed rage than it is inward-turned rage. After all, I can always hold back myself if I want to kick someone in the balls, but who's going to stay my hand against myself?


Hijacking earworms is fun.

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[machinegirl.livejournal.com]

;_; Poo! I had fallen asleep while waiting for Garrett to come home. Damn me and my fucked up sleep schedules!

[azurelunatic]

It's actually as well this way -- votania got her finger cut badly at work, and needs stitches, so I get to monster-watch while they go to the ER, as soon as they hear back from her doctor.