In my sophomore year of college, I had a single room. The room next to me was also a single, and the guy was a huge Counter Strike fan. He had a super nice stereo system set up along his walls, so basically it was almost the same as being in my room.

One morning I woke up terribly sick with the flu. I couldn’t even roll out of bed, I was completely sapped. My neighbor was listening to Mambo No. 5 on full blast, on infinite repeat. He must have realized he was running late, because he left his room with the song still on infinite repeat…*and did not come back until 15 hours later.* 15 hours of Mambo No. 5 on high volume infinite repeat, with me too sick to do anything but lay in bed and listen.

Never have I ever wanted to murder a human being so badly in my life.

The only thing that kept me going was picturing him coming home, and me bludgeoning him with the speakers until he was nothing but a bloody pulp on the ground. Eventually I became delirious, and after the song ended I’d hope, I’d pray that for some inexplicable reason, it wouldn’t play again. There’d be that 2-3 seconds of hope, of anticipation, the promise of salvation…

*1, 2, 3 4 5…*

The hellish cycle began anew, and for 3 minutes 40 seconds I could only wish for the sweet release of death, or brutally murdering the person who put me into this hell. The song would end, I’d get hopeful again, and then bam! *1, 2, 3 4 5…*

This song is still my trigger warning. /u/azureknightmare