I know The Boy and I have our problems right now, but I request he do one small, fairly insignificant thing to relieve some of the stress in my life. It's not big, it's not difficult, but apparently it's impossible to actually do.
He has a habit -- oh God, it's so awful - of singing these two lines from some African song he loves. He sings them constantly, all the time, and repeats them throughout the day. I can't reproduce the words here, exactly (because I don't speak the language) but that doesn't matter. Just imagine somebody singing, at least 40 times per day, "Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one." And just singing that one part. Just those seventeen words. Over and over and over again. Constantly. But wait! Then, make the tune be to zouk-like music, and change the lyrics to a language you don't speak. And THEN repeat it forty times. Sporadically, too -- never just all in one go.
So ok, it would bother you a little bit, right? I mean, this is a day-in day-out kind of thing, and he doesn't seem to get why it is so incredibly annoying. Plus, it's not like the song he is singing is even good. It's a bad, bad song and I hate it with an even greater passion now that I have had to listen to those same lines at least 4,278 times.
But it's worse than you think. This has been going on for at least six months, as I firmly remember getting into a little tiff about the whole thing while I was still planning my trip to India.
When I can't take it anymore, I say, "Do you think you could at least change the lyrics? Sing a different part of the song? Sing a DIFFERENT song, maybe? I don't care!" and he always answers, all huffy-like, "Does it really affect your life in a negative way if I sing the song?"
To which I answer, "Yes!!! Good Lord, it does! You MUST STOP NOW!!!"
But he doesn't.
Somebody either validate me (for feeling this is totally absurd and that I am not crazy for not being able to handle it anymore and that he needs to stop) or shoot me. It's an either/or situation here.
That would drive me bonkers too. My huaband gets on a kick like that too but not as bad as your boy's...
Wow. What to do? Maybe you could sing it back to him as much as he sings it around you?
OMG, that would drive me completely insane! Add on the pregnancy hormones and I'd be heading for the nearest gun shop to get me a rifle! *S*
Start singing it with him. Maybe it will bug him.
I would either learn the words to his song and make up some whacked out lyrics in place of the original, or start singing a song you know he hates, but that you find catchy. I couldn't stand the macarena song when my baby was an infant, but it was on TV all the time...i started singing "Heeeey, Sweet Potato!" every time and my baby (and I) would laugh like crazy!
man, after I got back to Nairobi this African folk song was stuck in my head - finally I went online and got all the lyrics so that I wouldn't be singing the same two lines... listening to the same two lines over and over again is kind of like hearing a CD skip.