As a true child of the 60s, there are still some songs that pop into my head when least expected.
Some of these are ear worms, and they are really hard to remove from your brain. Such was the case while swimming yesterday. I was finally feeling good during a 200 interval and the words “I’m in a groove” popped into my head.
That led to the horrid reality of the infamously hooky earworm Simon & Garfunkel song “Feeling Groovy.” That, my friends, is an ear worm to the 10th power. I briefly considered drowning myself to get that song out of my head, but that seemed a little drastic.
It doesn’t take much for an ear worm song to take hold. All it requires is zapping through the 60s station on Sirius to get a song like the 5th Dimension’s “Aquarius” stuck in your brain.
A true earworm is anything but groovy. It’s really a form of mental illness. The ruminative quality of an earworm has the exact same quality as a negative thought loop emanating through your head from a bout of anxiety or depression. And like those two conditions, even a happy song can seem sad when it afflicts you with enough serious repetition. That’s what living with anxiety and depression is really like.
So I got the song Feeling Groovy out of my head by forcefully singing selections from a CD that I’d found in one of those Mix Tape sleeves so carefully assembled in the 2000s. It held song sby Del Amitri and Rufus Wainwright and the album Guero by Beck. That music reliably removed Feeling Groovy from my brain.
And by that time the workout was done. I was feeling groovy for having made yet another level of progress over the past couple weeks. My bilateral breathing is going smoothly now. This coming weekend I’ll be meeting Coach Whitney to begin learning flip turns. And that should be pretty groovy indeed. The last time I actually did a flip turn was probably the year 1969, at Meadia Heights pool in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I was 12 years old. It was a flippy, groovy time.
It just goes to show, you are only young once, but you can be immature forever.