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Have you ever found yourself walking along a wooded path in a park, when suddenly a song pops into your mind that you really wish you’d never thought of? Sometimes, the song might be a good one, but I bet that nine times out of ten, the song you get stuck in your head is a lousy one and is quite possibly one of the least favorite songs you have ever had the displeasure of hearing.  In that case, what can you do to stop it?  Is there anything that can be done?  For me, the song that popped into my head yesterday was “What a day for a Daydream,” which I actually like, but I couldn’t understand why it was so stuck in my head and I was worried the day would end with me no longer liking the song very much at all.  The worst part was the whistling, because I can’t whistle but because the song was stuck in my head I kept trying to and frankly, it was an epic fail.  For some reason, being unable to whistle made the song stick in my mind even worse and I kept sputtering out my really bad air blowing, continually wishing it would somehow sound like a song, and being devastated each time I heard the hideous results.  - I think sometimes the only way to get an annoying song out of your mind is to think of another song.  So I immediately changed my interior song to “Channel Z” by the B52s.  It’s a rocking, campy anti-establishment tune from the nineteen eighties that is also fun to dance to.  I was able to hear it clearly in my mind for the first ten minutes, but then I found that if I let my guard down, even for a second, the other song was back again and worse than before.  It was maddening.  I decided to drink some cold water and eat fruit, since those are really healthy for people and if my obsession with the annoying song was caused by some chemical imbalance in the brain or a nutritional deficiency of some kind, I was determined to at least eliminate that by eating healthy food.  For about thirty minutes I thought that had worked.  I’d eaten an orange and some grapes and was feeling pretty good.  Then suddenly, out of the blue, I heard it again, that whistling I could not reproduce in my wildest whistling dreams!  My cure had not worked.