I woke up this morning feeling energized. That hasn’t been happening a lot lately. It was a hell of a December, and the first two weeks of January weren’t any better, so I’m still trying to recoup my lost sleepy sleep. I usually wake up and roll around in bed, wait for my wife to come out and make the coffee, then I’ll actually get up. But this morning, I thought I’d surprise her by…making the coffee myself.
Yes, yes. Thank you, Mr. Kim.
I mean, I won’t lie to you, I did lay there for a few minutes to compose myself, preparing my muscles for the gargantuan task to come. But once I swung my feet off the side of the bed and lifted myself up…I started humming.
Hm hm hmm hmmmmhmm hm hm hmm.
Oh. Tone can’t be conveyed over the Internet, can it.
Here. This is what I had in my head, for whatever strange reason, at six o’clock in the morning.
I really couldn’t tell you why. I can guarantee you that I haven’t heard this song in over a year, so there’s absolutely no reason for it to be stuck in my head. But there it was. Before I even stepped foot in the kitchen, I was humming Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.
I’ve written on the power of music before. How hearing a couple notes strung together can transport you away to a different time, location, or memory that has nothing to do with your current surroundings.
But…where the fuck did Raindrops come from? I basically had zero stimulation during the time I woke up to the time I got out of bed. And sure enough, who’s waiting for me when I wake up but Mr. B.J. Thomas. There are a few possibilities I can think of, but none of them are holding up. Were my feet too big for my bed this morning? Did I have a dream where it was raining? Did the sound of my wife in the shower sound like raindrops? Are brains just really weird organs that for no apparent reason make you think of really random shit that has nothing to do with anything that’s actually occurring at that very moment in time?!?!
I think it’s the last one.
Brains are just weird.