Damn You iTunes!!!

As I went to go to bed something noteworthy happened, but to fully explain this thing, I will have to delve into some of the events of the past month or so.

First of all, there is a certain female that I adore, but unfortunately it is not to be. Now, normally I would be able to accept this and move on with my life, but there is something about her that is restraining me from doing so.

Secondly, my iTunes somehow knows of this unrequited love and is taking pains to remind me of it and rub it in my face. I know full well as I write this that I am exhibiting animism which is something normally left behind before an individual leaves the preoperational stage of development, but there is a reason for this. My iTunes contains over 2 days of music. Approximately 8 hours of this music is songs of love, loss, and wanting. Based upon these numbers, it would be reasonable to estimate that approximately 1 in 6 songs played while iTunes is operating randomly would be one of said love songs.

Unfortunately, my iTunes has thrown every law of probability out the window. At least two-thirds of the songs it plays while in 'random' mode are sappy love songs. It has become more and more pronounced the past two days. Thursday night, as I got ready to go to bed I turned on iTunes and hit play. . . the song "You Don't Know Me" by Michael Bublé began playing.

You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

Unfortunately, that almost perfectly describes my current situation. Annoyed, I turned off my iTunes and instead fell asleep to a movie that had nothing at all to do with love (Wag the Dog). This morning, I wake up and turn on iTunes as I start getting ready to face a boring day on campus. "And So It Goes" by Billy Joel starts playing . . . another sappy love song. I snort and turn off iTunes with a little bit of disgust.

Fast forward to this evening as I sit down to check my e-mail on a break from a Security round. I load up iTunes as I start reading a random e-mail from my boss. . . "She's Like the Wind". I pause the song, and quickly finish reading my e-mail before leaving the room perplexed. Three times in a row sappy love songs started when I hit random. Just a fluke I told myself.

So now, as I started to go to bed I turn on iTunes and hit play. . . "Losing my Mind" from Follies starts up.

"What the bloody hell?" I mutter as I reach up and hit the next button. . . only to be regaled with "Being Alive" from Company. Not only did it just spit two more songs about love and wanting, but they were two Sondheim songs. Chuckling at how unlikely this is I sit through "Being Alive" because I love the song. The song that came next floored me though.

"That Face" from The Producers was piping through my speakers, and my iTunes was running six for six in the love song department. Deciding that there was no way to fight it, and not wanting to watch another movie at the moment, I shrugged, got into bed, and decided to sleep. When the next two songs were also sappy love songs ("When You Really Love a Woman" and "Best of my Love") I knew that I had to write about it.

Luckily for my iTunes, the next two songs it played were "Hermaphrodite" and "Bohemian Rhapsody", because I was about ready to retire it.

Anyone who knows me and is reading this (with the exception of one or two people) is probably going "Whoa! You started out by saying that you were crazy for someone and then spent the entire rest of this damned post ranting about a music player! What is going on with your lady friend, why is it not to be, and who is she?" Well, I will probably address those questions at a later date (well, not the who is she, because I know my luck and when I write her name bad things will happen to me), but right now I am going on 68 hours with no sleep. I feel about ready to pass out, and I think my insomnia is actually about ready to relent and allow it.

Until later.