"A Lot, A Lot!" + Another Theory

One of the annoying habits I have is singing everywhere. Singing pop, singing techno rock, singing music that is originally composed as an instrumental track. I am unusually skilled at remembering melodies so it is basically an instinct for me to be consumed by this "last song syndrome" many people speak of.


My best friend Sibylle (name withheld because we sometimes like to pretend that we are daughters of Charles Xavier) is the most affected among the people who can usually stand (I mean this both figuratively and literally) being within the two-meter boundary that can be penetrated by my singing voice. She constantly bombards me with futile orders to stop singing, which I only greet with more singing; apparently trolling is most fun when people are aware they are being trolled.

I know I have to stop this habit. It wears me out, to be honest, because at certain times I get the feeling someone is watching me and is waiting for the right moment to approach me with an offer to sign under their label. I might be high at this very moment as well.

How do I impede this? Do I have to look out for any prodrome, assuming this is a disease? Am I unconsciously evil for enjoying the displeasure other people feel when listening to my post-puberty voice? Then again I'm not a boy and I am perpetually good-natured. Perpetual is a nice word, by the way.

This brings me to the formulation of a theory. Not foolproof; I am never confident about things I make up when I write this fast and sound this crazy. People make a habit of doing things unconsciously because other people initially tell them they are good at it [the habit], and the only means by which this nuisance of a fixation can be stopped is to witness yourself in the execution of the habit.

I.e., People are deaf enough to tell me my voice cannot bring about the downfall of humankind-- I sing a lot, Sibylle complains, so I record my voice producing sound waves similar to those emanated by Lady Gaga's Summerboy.

And sweet mother of Pearl, I sound horrible.

      

While we're on the topic of sound, I would like to say that I have become significantly deafer than most children my age. I still think of myself as a child and I am not going to give any justification for that.

Unfortunately, my friends share the same sentiments as well. Our conversations consist mostly of us on the verge of shouting even though we're relatively near to each other. We decided to consult someone about this problem.

Laurentine ("not her true name"-- that sounds fancy!), a good friend of mine, has the city's most renowned pulmonologist as her father. Oddly enough he answered the question for which we have been hitting ourselves for months:

"Since your school is situated atop elevated grounds where the air is thinner, sound waves find it harder to travel from one place to another."

That's it: elementary physics.

Why didn't we think of that before? Right now I will shamelessly assume that the thinner amount of oxygen present in the atmosphere doesn't do good on the performance of our brain cells. Correct me if my blather is wrong.