Music runs my life. Well, that and doodling or typing, depending on time of day. As such, it should come as no surprise that everyone who crosses my otherwise half interesting life gets allocated a song. Don’t jubilate yet, it’s not always or necessarily a good thing. Crossing can also be negative and even those get a song.
How or at what point this happens, I can never predict. I just find myself suddenly associating your call, mail, text, name or you with a certain song and bam. You have a song. I once told a friend this, and they thought that it was quite weired. And I was like duh, I AM weired.
The songs don’t have a particular genre. Neither do they necessarily happen to be the songs that you like. You could find yourself stuck in a timeless song, or a hip-hop song, a love ballad or a clowny song or worse, a whip-you song. Come to think of it, maybe it is because I have the fleetiest of memories. It takes eons to cram people’s names, but should a song pop to mind the minute I meet you, then you shall forever be remembered as the song.
Hold on to your hats. Another interesting fact. While most people will get allocated one song, the really special ones get two songs. Not the negative influences though. Those get just one whip-you song. How my brain decides that you have now crossed the realm of special, I cannot explain but once you have two songs, you are probably around to stay. Never three songs though. Probably the memory thing. It’s either one or two.
Ok there. Another weired thing about me that you can confidently say you know. What’s your song? Ask me if you are brave enough.