I wish I knew more about the brain. I wish I knew more because then, maybe, I’d be able to access that far off corner of my brain that has permanently downloaded the lyrics to “Mo Money Mo Problems”. I’d be able to access that area, delete that information and replace it with… I don’t know, just about anything else on Earth that would be more useful.
I remember, many moons ago, being in the car with my mom and that song coming on. It had probably just come out and as such, my intimate knowledge of every single bar in the song wasn’t all that strange. I remember saying to my mom, apropos of nothing, “I’m never going to not know the lyrics to this song.”
And so, in 2014, nearly 20 years after the song came out, I still do know every word to that song. And while it’s a little odd and a definite waste of memory, there’s a certain satisfaction I get when the song will randomly come on the radio or my iTunes. Maybe it’s the feeling that despite my overwhelming, alarming incompetence, there’s still one area where I know what’s going on. Or, maybe it’s the comfort of the song and the familiarity of the lyrics, almost like an audio version of comfort food.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: You think you know all the words to a song, you try to go ahead and take a verse in the car with your pals, but you sadly either don’t know, can’t remember or never did know the actual words so you have to bow out like a jerk.