I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity
it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”
you’ll never be free
someone, being normal: it’s time
my goblin brain:
anytime i lose my hairbrush…..yall already know whats going down
me: walking anywhere
in the depths of my hell mind, in a French accent: KEEP WALKING! butyouwon’tknockdownourwall keep walking! BUT IT ISN’T GONNA FALL!
BARBARA MANATEE
YOU ARE THE ONE FOR ME
Grew up in a mixed faith/secular house, and we still found there fairly amusing/interesting and catchy.
I think it was @acrossthegreatdivide (back in the day when we were still in school) used to sing the songs and they were earworms. (But I digress).
Fast forward 10+ years later, I’m 28 and the opening floor staff at my grad school. Our administrator in name George, and of course, being the first one there I’d say good morning while emptying out the dishwasher and tidying up the lounge and such.
9/10 times I would have to catch myself from singing the damn song after saying “Good morning George.”
Sorry for the rambling anecdote but I wanted to share.