The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively. - Bob Marley

My weird brain has been working overtime today. This morning my color ink cartridge ran completely dry. As I was changing the cartridge I sang, "Put the car-tridge in the prin-ter" - in place of the words "And a par-tridge in a pear tree."
Later in the day, I took a CD out that I just burned. As I put it in the clear Jewel case, I began singing, "Jewel-y, Jewel-y, Jewel-y do ya love me?" The actual lyrics are, of course, "Ju-lie, Ju-lie, Ju-lie do ya love me?"
It's a common occurrence in this house to see a grocery list with items such as oyster quackers or batroom tissue written on it. I don't typically let all the weird stuff my brain makes up slip verbally. So, making up silly songs is kind of a new manifestation of sorts.
How could it escalate to this degree? I mean, I'm basically butchering perfectly wonderful songs with little or no effort these days! Have I been isolated socially for too long? Is there hope that I can possibly re-enter society without a total overhaul or a return to charm school? I don't know. Is there hope that I can salvage just a sliver of decorum before exiting my sanctuary house to go out into the world? What if I'm beyond help?
Time will tell - but until I have the opportunity to test my wings outside my fortress, I will probably continue to put strange lyrics with familiar tunes and sing at the top of my lungs (as long as nobody is around). The last time I checked, singing is a sign of happiness and happiness is not a bad thing.
"Don't Worry - Be Happy".
http://youtu.be/WIM3GHvBQjY

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