I’ve positioned myself so that my job and my personal life as a community member (blended role) require that I make a lot of decisions. I like making decisions by myself, within a group, you name it…And I will make them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree…
As of late, I’ve been asked to weigh in on some things. For example, the car that Clayburgh and I share, a 1995 Volvo named Vick E. Coyote has been the source of a lot of decision making. What to do about Vick E.
That’s all fine and good. I have strong opinions about Vick E. (I love him.) The thing that is getting to me is not the fact that I have to make decisions, it’s more, how I’m being asked in the first place.
“I dunno, what do you think? Is it worth it?” “I just don’t know if it’s worth it. What about you?”
Is it worth it?
Every time I hear these words, in my mind, and lately, out loud, I say, “is it worth it? Let me work it. I put my thing down flip it and reverse it.” Bam. A trigger is born thanks to Missy Elliott. Unfortunately for me, and those around me, when this trigger is in my head, I can only think of “replacement words” that keep to the beat because I don’t actually know the lyrics.
To help my sanity, and again, the sanity of those around me, so I didn’t have to sing, “is it worth it, let me work it, la la la la, la la la la. La la la la la la la yuh…do do do do, do do do do. Do do do do do do do,” I looked up the lyrics. And I’m happy to report that there are sections in the song where the lines are actually played backward…so it doesn’t make any sense anyway…and I recognize I’m the last one to know this factoid…and what the hell is a factoid anyway? Is it different from a fact? Can a factoid dress up like a fact for Halloween?
Anyway, enjoy a personal trigger of mine, and what I also believe is an ear worm.