The Earworm and the Ripple Effect (Day 14)

earworm 2 - mickey***Earworm (noun):  a song that gets stuck in your head and makes you go frickin’ bananas to the point that you have to blog about it or you brain will explode

earworm 1 - petrified

This is not the earworm I am battling, but it was too funny not to share.

I’ve got one of those maddening earworm situations happening at the moment.  Although I only saw the rock musical play Rent one time on TV many years ago, I still remember all of the lyrics to the song “Seasons of Love” with absolute precision.  This is what keeps replaying again and again in my mind:

“Five thousand twenty-four hundred thirty-six second miiiinutes…
Five thousand twenty-four hundred thirty-six minutes are there…
Five thousand twenty-four hundred thirty-six second miiiinutes…
Five thousand twenty-four hundred thirty-six minutes somewhere…”

I’ll spare the fact checkers and list the purported lyrics per the vast majority of the rest of the internet (and possibly the Screen Writers Guild as well):

“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear…
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…
How do you measure…measure a year?”

The internet just couldn’t stop there, so it felt compelled to add even more lines (below).  As with all good music, I can assure you that there are only four lines in this song and that they are meant to be sung ten thousand times in a row exactly as I originally wrote them above.

“In daylights…  In sunsets…
In midnights…  In cups of coffee…
In inches…  In miles…
In laughter…  In strife…
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…
How do you measure a year in the life…
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.”

Well clearly my version is the right one, so pay no attention to any naysayers who might attempt to throw out frivolous comments like “But Joanna, your words aren’t actual numbers…” or “That isn’t how telling time works…” or even “No seriously.  I’ve seen the play and your version is in no way representative of the lyrics.”  Pshaw!  I won’t fall for your tomfoolery!

However I am a kind person and would never want to dismiss others even when they are clearly out of touch with reality.  So just for the sake of giving the little guy (the entire internet) a chance, let’s pretend that their version of the lyrics was an actual indicator of the way one could break out the number of minutes in a year.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.  That’s a monster boatload of minutes.

counter

And in contemplating that daunting number, I started thinking about the hit counter on my own little blog.  It isn’t a drop in the ocean compared to the stats of innumerable sites out there, but the number still amazes me nonetheless.

As of this moment, the counter has almost reached forty thousand hits.  In Internet-landia, it’s almost approaching amoebic status!  Perhaps I will achieve paramecium-ic status by year end!  Smallest of the small potatoes.  I know.  But that still represents forty thousand interactions of some kind.  Forty thousand opportunities to share something with another person.

In the last few days in particular, I have read several incredible people’s blogs and comments that mention how they often see no value in their words.  The self criticisms have ranged from “I just gripe and whine” to “I’m spinning my wheels.”  I have heard “What I say isn’t important” or “I just ramble.  My posts don’t matter.”

The wild part to me is that they absolutely matter.  I know because they matter to me.  I can’t begin to articulate how much I receive from their words.  I need their emotions, their realities, and their perspectives on their journeys (even if they don’t call them that).  I see the amazing wonderful everythings that they add to this world.

Personally (and this is just me) (but I’m thinking that leading the sentence with the word “Personally” should have cleared that up already), I don’t buy into the idea that you should only write or say something that you know is helpful, happy, thoughtful or uplifting.  I love me some good inspiration, and I want to feel bliss and joy for at least twenty-five of the available twenty-four hours in a day.

But I still get my feelings hurt by people I love.  I frequently handle situations in ways that are so beyond terribly poor.  Sometimes I feel lonely and sad and angry and frustrated.  I hurt physically and emotionally.  My thoughts become cloudy and my path unclear.  I become disappointed in myself for making sad choices so often that the number could be used as part of the lyrics of a song in a rock musical play on TV.  Thankfully the person who heard it would probably hose up the number in those lyrics beyond recognition anyway.

Every day isn’t like that.  Yes I do make mistakes aaaaaaall the time, and I definitely make them on a daily basis.  But I am always hoping for better.  I am always wanting more for myself and, more importantly, from myself.  I will have the life I dream of because I am tenacious as hell and refuse to go quietly.

It helps me to feel like I’m not the only person meandering the expansive “Human Under Construction” zone.  Pardon our dust, but the lady of the house was busy blogging and also she hates dusting more than pantyhose.  But she hates sporks even more…that freaky mutant plasticware…  Bleh!

Our words and interactions sing to countless people around us.  Although those people may not get every detail right, some part of what we say and who we really are sticks with them.  Those parts then ripple out to others as well.

If you know without question that you approach the world from a treacherous place of cruelty,  pure meanness, or blatant dishonesty, take these words as a serious call to reevaluate what you are doing.  We all stand at crossroads at different times in our life, and when that happens, you have a chance to pick another path.  Choose a better way.  This is your moment to change everything.

But if you are human and raw and just doing the best you can, I speak your language.  If you stumble and want to get up but simply can’t figure out how, I am a frequent traveler on that road, too.  If you don’t know if you will be able to hold on another day, I call to you from my heart and plead with you now – just wait it out a little longer.  The dark clouds will clear.  The importance of your place in this world is beyond measure.  You matter to more people than you fathom and you affect innumerable lives throughout the five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes of each year.

Sing your song – whatever the lyrics may be – and I will gladly sing along.  I have a decent voice.  Just ask my shower.  But not my kids.  Their reviews of my shower singing are not to be trusted.  (With that said, you should anticipate that I will probably eff up the words so apologies in advance.)

Love and light always dear ones!  Joanna

And just like me –>>earworm 6 - rick astley

earworm - rick astley

Rick-rolling will never cease to be hysterical to me.  It is utterly stupid and truly one of my most favorite things ever ever ever.  So boo-yah!

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. James J. Cudney IV
    Jul 11, 2017 @ 07:33:37

    Good advice, Joanna. Change for the better. I very much agree. Thanks for a good morning read!

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  2. wakinguponthewrongsideof50
    Jul 11, 2017 @ 10:29:45

    Ok…thank for the fact that I won’t be able to get “seasons of love” out of my brain….but also thank you for an amazing post, and view on life! Also…right there with you in all the amazing bloggers who share there souls every day!

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    • MoJo
      Jul 11, 2017 @ 10:19:08

      In the future, will I sing those lyrics correctly in my head?? 😉 I am sorry for (and also cracking up about) passing that bug along, but I did include other songs in an effort to mentally diversify and avoid infecting others. And thank you for the sweet comment. I always joke about your being future me, but I mean it as a genuine compliment. You inspire me and I strive to emulate so much of your wisdom. Plus you’re damn funny, and if that isn’t worth something special, I don’t know what is. You are a gift my friend. 🤗

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  3. Blog Andrew
    Jul 11, 2017 @ 12:32:42

    Their words and emotions matter to me as well 🙂 ………… the figure that blows my mind is likes……………….I look at the avatars and think wow this person actually liked what I’d written, amazing!

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  4. welcometothenursery
    Jul 11, 2017 @ 13:17:25

    Haha… I get earworms alllll the time! My husband doesn’t, and he can’t understand how I feel, ever.
    Well said about us bloggers and the big internet … It feels like nothing, but everyone is either reading or writing, so we make a difference to SOMEONE….

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    • MoJo
      Jul 11, 2017 @ 16:17:24

      What?!?!? There are super humans who are built to withstand earworms? Why did I draw the genetic short straw on this crapola!

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      • welcometothenursery
        Jul 13, 2017 @ 19:38:14

        I’m super jealous of him at times, too … when I can’t get a song out of my head for over a day. Mostly, though, I actually enjoy songs and singing/humming. Is that sad?!

      • MoJo
        Jul 13, 2017 @ 19:57:19

        No surprise her since I love to sing. I suppose that’s why we both know that song from rent!

  5. Jan
    Jul 11, 2017 @ 13:30:54

    I love your writing style … honest … free-flowing … funny … and well … uniquely you. I also loved this description … it fits me, too … “Human Under Construction Zone”
    thanks for sharing … jan

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    • MoJo
      Jul 11, 2017 @ 16:21:30

      Thank you, too, Jan! And I feel like this zone will be under construction for quiiiiiite a while given the current pace. I can’t thank you enough for your wonderful comment. Your words always make me smile. Thank YOU for sharing that. Your light always shines through. 🙂 Big hugs! Joanna

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  7. shalini
    Jul 14, 2017 @ 14:23:21

    Jo thank you, not only for the post but for words like tomfoolery, paramecium, amoeba and others. I am so awestruck with your vocabulary then the rest of the words just floated.
    How do you guys write such long posts.. 😨

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  8. misifusa
    Jul 15, 2017 @ 09:13:59

    Oh my gosh, I just freakin’ love you! But then you already knew that, didn’t you? You make me laugh, you mkae me think, you make me continue reading and questioning…you inspire me and the rest of us. Thanks for being YOU!!!

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