I don't know why I did it....

I had a brief and intensely intimate relationship with the song "Message in a Bottle" by The Police. It was one of those relationships where one minute you are talking to this really awesome guy at a bar, getting buzzed, flirting and planning your wedding, then BAM! Its 4 years later, you are miserable, chained to this jerk of a boyfriend and planning his death every time he opens his mouth. Kinda like that.

The song came on the radio and I rediscovered how amazing the Police were... "Wow this song rocks!" and then it stayed in my head for the rest of the day as I would randomly shout out "SENDING OUT AN S.O.S" while at work. Amusing right? So I go to bed with sweet dreams of Sting and wake up the next morning and the odd thing, the song was still stuck in my head. This vicious cycle of lyrical tourettes and mind control continued for one FULL WEEK. In reality that is a disgustingly long time for me to be committed to anything, let alone a Top 40 song.

I've been known to exaggerate now and again, some may even call me dramatic, shockin as it may be. However, this was a complete and full week of sheer insanity. Once the song was removed from the deep dark corners of my brain I made the effort to change the radio station if it came on, avoid places known to play this very song (such as malls, dentists, and any place that plays music where you would spend money.)

So what possessed me last night to load the song onto my ipod and hide it in the middle of my work playlist? Now it's jumped out of no where and bit my fucking face off with syncopated rhythms and its faux-reggae beat. Why did I sabotage my years of sobriety from this song?

I would suggest that any officials from a secret government agency currently reading this blog should study this song and find out why it is so damn catchy and infectious and then harness that sting-a-riffic power into some sort of brainwashing campaign to make us zombies. Yea, that would totally make this worth it. only not. I hate you Sting.