Once when I was a kid I was staying at this one hotel, and as I went to bed I heard, fairly muted, Promiscuous Girl, (N. Furtado). I figured there was a party in the ballroom and they were playing the song. But I woke up periodically throughout the night to hear Promiscuous Girl. I couldnt sleep. I was delirious, plugging my ears, shoving pillows over my head, just trying to shut out Nelly Furtado. Who the hell parties to this song all night? I thought, tears stinging my eyes, unable to sleep, traumatized. Nelly Furtado appeared in my short-lived dreams, singing the song incessantly. I sunk to the lowest depths of fear and anger, uncertain of when the song would end.I woke up the next morning, groggy and angry. I still heard Promiscuous Girl. Are they still partying to this godforsaken song?? I thought. I went over to my iPod and decided to drown out the hell-noise with a pleasant song. As I put in my earbuds I heard it. The all too familiar lyrics to Promiscuous Girl. And slowly it dawned on me. My iPod had been playing Nelly Furtado on repeat for 9+ hours, blasting through the earbuds, all night. And thats when I had the life changing realization that my own worst enemy was none other than myself.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 20:52:13 +0000
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