So, I was just musing about the fact that there's always music in my head, and how I so often hear (and sometimes say aloud -- though I've learned not to do that so much in my adult life) lines from songs. It's comforting sometimes, knowing that what I feel and experience must, in some ways be, if not universal, at least not so strange.
Of course, then there are those times that the one line is all I can remember from the song, and I spend the rest of the day hearing that one line or two, over and over, trying to remember what the rest of the song was, or who sang it.
And then, since it's 4am, and life gets funnier this time of day, and I'm talking about hearing things, I'll repeat what I learned from experience one night in an ER:
If you're ever in a hospital ER because you are depressed, and some nice medpro asks you, "Do you hear voices no one else hears?" the correct answer is NOT, "How would I know whether others hear them or not?" HA Psychpros have NO sense of humor.