Follow Up On Yesterday's Closet World Post

What the heck!

After singing Closet World's jingle all last night, and again this morning when I woke up, I finally froze it out when something else caught in my brain. I can't even remember what it was now.

But just now, as I'm calming reading my book, it emerges... "1-800-4800, Closet World!"

Where did it even come from? I was reading. My brain was thoroughly occupied. I was nourishing it! How could it betray me like this? I've overdone the italics now, but I needed to emphasize my point. Plus they're fancy.

Gosh darn it, Closet World. This whole thing would a thousand times less frustrating if I actually knew the phone number. But I refuse to learn it! I will never give in to your marketing schemes, Closet World! Never!! You won't take me alive!!

In Which I Discuss Why Annoying Ads Suck

I have the jingle for Closet World stuck in my head. Which really sucks because the words to it is the phone number, and we all know I can't remember a sequence of numbers to save my life... So I just mumble random numbers each time.

I take back my not-being-able-to-remember-any-number-sequence statement. My seventh grade P.E. Locker combination, which I shared with my best friend Stephanie Lovett, was 35-21-11. Because I usually sang about what I was doing at the moment back then, I inevitably came up with a tune for 35-21-11, and sang it every time I opened it. Granted, so did everyone else around us in the locker room, but it was forever solidified into my brain!

Back to Closet World. See, this is the thing I have about marketing. I get that companies go to extreme lengths to make (hopefully) catchy, or weird/annoying ads, because you remember them. And if you remember them, then you're thinking about their company, and they win. But that's the thing, marketing people: if you have an incredibly annoying commercial or ad, I will remember it. And I will deliberately remember NOT to buy your product, just because your marketing is so terrible. So, there's that.

And those are my pressing thoughts for tonight. 

I Don't Find This Entertaining

So, I was going through a list of prompts I have written for blog posts to write, and one simply states, "Nothing ignites my fight or flight reflex more than musical chairs." Nothing else. No hints to a story I wanted to tell, or some experience in which I discovered this fact, just that "nothing ignites my fight or flight reflex more than musical chairs."

But, really, does that need explaining? Do you really need an anecdote here? I'm pretty sure musical chairs ignites some sort of primal instinct in everyone. There is no way to take a game of musical chairs lightly: every game is a game to the death. Even bowing out early in the game to avoid the slaughter is like giving natural selection a helping hand.

I am a woman of the 21st century, I have the capacity for higher intelligence and live in a world full of technology and education and thought: I SHOULD NOT BE SUBJECTED TO SUCH OUTRAGEOUS, INTELLECTUALLY DEMEANING ACTIVITIES. At least not without considering the ramifications of such intense anxiety on my psyche. Or, you know, taking a Xanax.