It is sometimes very amazing what the mind can do. I have a perfect example of this. I, quite some time ago, did the thing of downloading a lot of music from a friend of mine. In this list of music is a song called La Chica Del Bikini Azul by Luis Miguel. Without my mind to click weird pieces together this song would mean nothing to me. However, with the brain being what it is, this song immediately made me think of a girl I went out with. Now this is strange because I don’t speak the language, and the links are very tentative.
However, the first time I heard this song, it immediately brought back memories. The first memory is fairly obvious. Even though my grip on the language, which I assumed is Italian and confirmed later, is tentative, I knew the some was about a blue bikini. Now this brought back a very old memory that I am not going to go into, sorry. The reader is just going to have to assume this one, and I know it is probably going to be worse than the truth. People who know me and her will probably realise how pathetic the memory is, but I would rather let people who don’t know think it is better than it is.
The other thing is the language. Now, Italian is a language I don’t know very well. I also was not sure that the song was Italian. But, I did find out that this specific song is Italian, although the artist is Mexican and normally sings in Spanish. Now the Italian connection is interesting for two reasons. First is that me and her used to do ancient history classes together. Of course, one of the ancient cultures that is always analysed is Roman. So, that is pretty straight forward. The second connection is a bit stranger.
She was always in love with Rome, and Italy. She as a younger person, I am not sure how young and will get to that, went to Italy. She apparently had a really good time there. I don’t know much about this because I was not going out with her back then, and I in fact did not even know her. However, she had a few times told me about this trip and all the fantastic things the Italians had said about her hair. She also often threatened to show me the entire set of photo’s she had taken while she was on the trip. Sadly, she never did show them to me, and I should probably bring this up with her, but it would be a bad idea for a lot of good reasons. So, I know that Italy has always had a soft spot for her.
Now, this is all probably a bit lame, and I am sure that people are thinking about how soppy this is. But, what I really want to point out here is the power of the mind. This song, the first time I heard it, had no direct connections, yet it made me think in that direction. This really makes me worry about the power of the subconscious. This makes me really unsure about the amount of control I really have over myself and my thoughts.
All I can say is, “Damn you Freud, Marx, and Nietsche! You have made the world a scary place to live in by pointing out reality.”
Jondough
