I talk about myself a lot. And that is what I plan to do right here, right now.
For a long time I struggled with the feeling that what popped into my head, like a song (or advertising jingle), was unwanted. Nowadays I feel a lot less tormented in that way. For one thing, I have almost entirely eliminated advertising from my life, so that is a major positive improvement. There must be more to it than that, though. When I think of a song lately, I feel like I have a near-limitless jukebox in my head that I can choose to listen to or not. It is a pleasure when an unexpected song jumps to mind. I sit with it, or I put it away.
During the mid-period—between the time of unbidden tormenting melodies and today's endless free mental jukebox—when a song leapt to mind I felt that I had to find and play the song to exorcise it from endless repeat. That worked fairly well. Perhaps I was training myself to control the music. Now I feel that I can choose to play or not play the music from the actual source. More often I just listen to the tunes in my head, until I move on. It feels good—safe, sane, okay, calm, controllable.
For some reason a song I have not heard in a long time (as far as I can recall*) has been on my mind today: