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Permalink 02/14/10 at 08:07:16 am, by Ed, 396 words   English (US)
Categories: General, School, Work

So, you know how you get a song stuck in your head and sometimes you're humming it to yourself for the rest of the day?

Okay, well, two tangents off that, then. First of all, about 3 or 4 years ago and the vocal jazz Christmas concert, Allen Voigt sand "Your a Mean One Mr. Grinch" and it's been stuck in my head ever since. Seriously. I will start singing it to myself at a moment's notice and realize it five minutes later.

The other tangent is this, and I don't know if anybody else does this, please let me know. I don't just get songs stuck in my head. I get conversations stuck in my head. If I just had a short conversation with somebody, I will replay that conversation over and over in my head for the next ten minutes. For example, I went in to work one day awhile ago, and got on the elevator, and somebody else was already there. I pushed the button for floor six, and they asked me, "Are there a bunch of companies on the sixth floor, or just one?"

"No, there's a bunch," I replied.

For the next ten minutes, I was saying to myself, "Are there a bunch of companies on the sixth floor, or just one? No, there's a bunch. Oh, there's a bunch. There's several. Oh, I don't know how many there are. Are there a bunch of companies on the sixth floor? Yeah, my company only takes up a few windows. How many companies are there on the sixth floor? Oh, I don't know, a bunch. If I had to guess I would say 8."

This happens to me all the time. I get conversations stuck in my head and replay them over and over and over. From movies too, where I could come up with a much better line than the writer did, three years after last watching the movie, and having 3 years more to think about the line than the writer did.

Sometimes I get conversations stuck in my head that haven't yet occurred. I'm just preparing for when the moment comes in that case, I guess. Just gotta make sure I know what to say if I'm ever in court and the defense lawyer interrupts me in the middle of what I'm saying. I'll tell you some time. Just don't let me forget.

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