I’ve had this song popping in and out of my head for a couple days now. I don’t really know why, but as I’ve previously stated, I don’t know why half the things that pop into my head are there. I just kind of roll with it.
Well, okay. I don’t really “roll” with anything. I am a bundle of anxiety and worry most of the time. Between my hypochondria, what I’m pretty sure is Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and a really excellent imagination, it’s a wonder I can get any sleep at night. One of my goals in life is to stop the hamster wheel inside my head and get some freakin’ peace. It’s not as simple as relaxing or just not worrying about stuff until something happens, like many people have advised. (It’s good advice; it just doesn’t apply to me.) I often can’t turn off the thoughts that are bothering me so much. I have to find a way to distract myself. It’s one reason why I play dumb games on the Internet so much. Music helps sometimes, but not always, since music is so tied to my emotions and memories. Sometimes that’s exactly what I’m trying to escape.
Songs like this are good for me, though. Catchy, fun, not associated with anything else in my life. I remember hearing this in Animal House; I think Stephen Bishop may have even covered it for the soundtrack (or not. . . I’d look it up, but I don’t really care that much). Yes, it’s a metaphor for sex. A significant portion of popular music is a metaphor for sex. It’s one of those primal things that virtually anyone can connect with on some level. This is distraction. Just what I need when my brain gets kind of funny.