the brainrot . the brainrot. it is in my head. mrs baddeley has been in my head for so long . one of those formative pieces of media for me that just impacted how I think. how i behave. i am not the same here. i haven't been the same for six years . I remember looking out the window as I heard this the first time, my hands moving about my lap in a bizarre anti-stillness. this one is the story. this one is the one.