We’ve all been there, right? That moment when a friend, a family member, or even just our conscience drops a truth bomb that lands with the grace of a bowling ball on a glass table. It’s the kind of truth that makes you want to cover your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, and hum loudly to yourself, hoping you can somehow un-hear the words. That nails this feeling perfectly, describing the desperate, childish act of singing "la, la, la, la…" to drown out a reality we’d rather ignore. It’s a beautifully human, if not entirely mature, response to discomfort.