I am a hummer. No particular song or melody, I just like to hum. I tend to do it subconsciously. When I am waiting in the grocery store line I hum. When I am working on a project I hum. When I am deep in thought I hum. Now, some are not as appreciative, or think it is a cute or endearing little quirk (read wife) as others do. But I can’t help it, I just do it. I get a tune stuck in my head, say The Beatles “Eleanor Rigby” and I spend the rest of day humming “Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream”.
I understand that it can be annoying to some (again read wife) and cute to others but the others only deal with it for as long as they are standing in front of me at the checkout line. My wife has been dealing with it for thirty plus years (I also like to rub my feet together like I am trying to start a fire but I will save that for another post).
I have found that humming keeps me calm, level, and patient. It keeps me focused on the task at hand or from exploding because the person in front of me is arguing with the checkout clerk that the can of peas she is buying are on sale. Rather than offering to pay the thirty cent differences if she would just let it go, I smile and hum.
I think the world needs more humming. When the guy cuts you off in traffic, hum. Your wife wants to know why you didn’t empty the dishwasher, hum. Now, I would recommend humming while you get busy emptying the dishwasher, but hey, it’s your call. Humming can put you in a happy place, a place we all need to spend a little more time in.
So find a song, a melody and hum. You don’t need to practice, you don’t need to apologize, and it really requires no skill, just hum and maybe, just maybe, the rest of the world will hum with you.