An ear worm attacked tonight, but led me to a musical ephipany (my favorite kind of epiphany…you know…if I were the kind of person who would rank epiphanies…*innocent whistle* )
ANYWAYS…the epiphany:
🎵You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here🎵
Isn’t that what we should really be doing to those people who live rent free in our heads?
What do we do when a tenant stops paying rent? Boot their asses out.
What should we do with people who live in our heads for free? Boot their asses out.
Not in a dramatic way. Wish them no harm. Carry no ill will. Send them on with wishes that they find happiness. But where they go? Not your problem. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
*Jazz Hands* Mom 