I made a startling discovery the other night, as I sorted through various CD cases that I had tucked away amids the DVDs in my TV stand. I was looking for one of my John Mayer CDs (judge if you must, but I love him – particularly Room for Squares) when I found a relic from my middle school years.
Yeah. I own that CD.
So, of course, I couldn’t not listen to it after finding it – I thought I’d lost it years ago.
But the startling discovery wasn’t that I found it (or even that I had it in the first place, please), but that I still know all the words to every song.
How is it that I can’t remember details from my contemporary politics classes in college (which I enjoyed, mind you), but I know all the words to Miami?
Or, that I have trouble remembering if I’ve worn the same outfit within a two-week period, but I can sing (and dance to) Men in Black?
Or, that I can only recite about three full sentences from my years of Chinese tutoring, but Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It is etched in my brain?
I feel like these lyrics are taking up valuable memory space that could be used for something far more relevant. I can practically guarantee that I will never go on a job interview and be asked to rap anything, let alone a Will Smith song.
So I’d like to do a little switching up. Sub out Will Smith and sub in…I don’t know, something else that will actually help me in life.
Or, really, anything that doesn’t have me singing na na na na na na na.
