THE STORY SO FAR
that is the platonic earworm, so primal and lethal, you'll be humming it for a week once it gets in there I admire its purity
Source: Some Canadian communist on the Internet, w/rt to Aqua's "Barbie Girl"
"Platonic Earworm," I think. "Like, it just wants to be friends, and nothing more?"
...but, no -- That simply does not jive with the intensity of this chap's claim. He must be referring to the platonic ideal :: Like, CHAIR, think of a chair, OK? This chair you're thinking of; it's not an actual chair -- it is a perfect chair. ...or, rather, your perfect chair, your conception of a chair, and, thus, your perfect chair, the platonic ideal of a chair, your hair is a bird. but, instead, of a chair, it's an earworm. Apparently, this is the sort of thing Aqua's "Barbie Girl" is, to this man: As if it's escaped from secure, contain, and protect
Personally, I would have called it the quintessential earworm, but what do I know; I'm not Canadian.
Catching Earworms In The Act
i guess i would compare it to, say you've gone through a breakup or something and it's the point where, sdfjsdfjk, fuck off, i'm so tired of being upset about this already! later, there's a moment: you feel yourself starting to think about that thing again; the tug of gravity, and... no, fuck off, don't think about it. you've fallen into that trap so many times you've begun to smell it before you step in it, and now you have this weird nether region in which you're aware you're potentially about to think about it, and actually have some measure of choice in the matter. thinking about what thoughts to think... feeling a thought wanting to be thought about... how odd.
in any case, an earworm feels the same way, except it's not some breakup, it's a catchy melody. before it's in your head, it exists in that meta-form. should you strive to be mindful, perhaps you, too, can catch an earworm in the act of worming your ear.