I had an epiphany the other day. The song “Basket Case” by Green Day came on the radio, and as I’m listening, and of course singing along, I realize that I know EVERY SINGLE WORD.
Which then leads me to wonder: Why in the world has my brain reserved space for the lyrics of “Basket Case”? The song came out 20 years ago. OMG. TWENTY YEARS AGO. I didn’t even realize it was that old until I Googled it as “research” for this post. Yes, some people research British Atlantic maritime history of the 17th century, and my research is figuring out when Green Day released Dookie. But I digress.
So, why DOES my brain think knowing the lyrics to this song should go in the file-away-forever section while I have trouble remembering, say, the name of the family member I’m speaking to at that particular moment, having to going down a mental list of every name, including the cat, until I find the appropriate match?
I was starting to get upset thinking about this, and told myself that it was just a fluke.
Then “How’s It Gonna Be” by Third Eye Blind came on. And I knew every. Single. Word.
I’m pretty convinced that 40% of my brain is being taken up by every song lyric from every ’90s alt rock song ever created. And 25% of that is reserved exclusively for Dave Matthews Band.
If only I could purge that part of my brain and dedicate it to remembering more important things, like the password for my cell service provider account or ANY phone number besides my own (and the one from when I was five). I swear, if I lost my cell phone I literally would not be able to call anybody I know. Except my house phone. Which nobody answers except for me. I guess I like to live on the edge.
At this point, I could do without remembering if I have the time to listen to me whine about nothing or everything all at once.