In Which I Confess a Flaw
You know what bothers me? Well, any number of things; you could come up with various guesses such as people who run stop signs/red lights, or neighbors who steal your newspaper, and be entirely correct. Given that there are plenty of things that irritate me, I'm going to cut the guessing process short (as I flatter myself that anyone was, in fact, guessing), and confess that I have in mind one of my own bad habits.Every so often, I find myself whistling a pleasant tune, not really thinking about it, only to discover, to my horror, that I am prematurely whistling a Christmas carol.
That's right. Although I dread mid-September and its attendant incorrect music and decoration (see previous posts), I myself am sometimes guilty of indulging in that very vice I so disparage. This is horrifying to me, both in that I could find myself unconsciously humming in the first place, and in that there seems to be some part of me that--it's almost too horrible to type--enjoys Christmas music during months that are not December.
It happened today, which is the reason for this post, but I have noticed it occurring on other occasions. At 26, I feel that I am somewhat young to be worrying about approaching senility, so I am forced to reach the above conclusion. Electric shocks or similar behavioral reinforcement may be in order; this would seem to be the only solution.
Labels: season treason
posted by Just Me @ 23:09
1 Comments:
The whole time I was in Brussels, I was either singing French Christmas carols or the Singing Nun because apparently my remaining French knowledge is closely bound up with those songs I learned sophomore year of high school.
Still, it's better than the Russians who play Christmas carols as muzak or at weddings (no joke!) and have no idea what it is they're listening to out of season/context, right?
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