Playlists
Growing up, there was always music playing in our house. When I was little, I would wake up and go into the kitchen, and my Mom would be playing some classical music while she was making breakfast. I honestly don't remember much about breakfast other than there would be a family breakfast before my Dad took off for the college and my Mom started her day. I remember seeing her in the kitchen with this fuzzy, polyester blue robe that was already old by the time I was 5. She wore the same robe until it got pitched (I think) when we moved to Chicago.
Looking at the pictures (my Mom was into scrapbooking before scrapbooking was cool), breakfast generally involved sitting at the bar in the kitchen on the most wonderfully spin-ny bar stools that I have experienced in my life. I can remember the rumbling sound of the ball bearings inside of it and I remember going from side to side, not sitting still on those stools, much to my Mom's chagrin (yes, even in the comfort of our own home). Sometimes, my Dad would let me sit on his shoulders while he ate a bowl of cereal or oats. Sometimes he would move the stool out away from the counter and I would grab hold of his legs and spin him around. There are actually pictures of me doing both of these things, my Dad smiling and laughing. My Mom thought enough to take the picture, so she was either equally amused by my exuberance or she wanted photographic evidence of how I was a lot. Over the years, both of my parents told me that my teachers wanted to medicate me for ADHD, but my parents refused to do so. I can picture in my head the Pedro Pascal skit from SNL where he is playing a Latina mom (that skit is sooooo accurate!) and he yells at the white girlfriend: "My son does not have the ADHD! He just likes to jump... A LOT!"
I wasn't a little boy, but I had all the energy of a little boy - specifically a little boy with ADHD. Looking back I'm amazed at the amount of energy I had, especially in the morning spinning my Dad on his chair, running around the kitchen (there were more than a few occasions where I would roller skate in the kitchen before and/or during breakfast, too). I find it funny because I have never been a morning person. In fact, catching me in a good mood in the morning is a rarity. I like to joke that it takes me 3 business days to actually wake up. At the same time, mornings are my most productive, and it seems like my most creative. While I get ready for my day - the whole taking meds, showering, getting dressed, etc, I don't typically play music out loud (I don't want to wake the sleeping members of the house up.), I generally always have a song playing in my head. It's not just an earworm situation. Earworms to me are one specific song stuck in your head over and over. I'm talking about having a constant playlist in my head. My brain will go from one song to another, to another, to another and continue until I actually sit down in front of my computer and turn on Spotify or start making phone calls for work. It's consistent. It's never ending. I absolutely love it. In fact, when I was finally diagnosed ADHD and was going to start on Adderall the first time, I was worried that the music in my head would be lost. I'm happy to say that it wasn't.
So, what songs run through my head? Well, I don't have specific playlists per se, but the other day I decided to write down all the songs that went through my head from the time I woke up until I sat down at my computer. Here's the list:
- Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
- Lithium - Nirvana (this one is actually in my head right now, too)
- Blood Roses - Tori Amos
- 4th of July - Ani Difranco
- Father Lucifer - Tori Amos
- End of Beginning - Djo
- Overkill (accoustic version) - Colin Hay
- Two Princes - Spin Doctors
- 360 (the cello version on Bridgerton)
- Digging in the Dirt - Peter Gabriel
- Titi Me Pregunto - Bad Bunny
- Sally, When the Wine Runs Out - Role Model
- Funky Fanfare (aka the movie theatre intermission song) - Keith Mansfield
- Safety Dance - Men Without Hats
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