i should be ashamed of the content of this Blog

I needed to stop listening to love songs. They had the potential to cause a lot more harm than I had previously realized. They're like horoscopes, applying broadly to a lot of different things in life.

Example: "We drove in silence across Pont Champlain and all of that time you thought I was sad"-Your Ex-Lover Is Dead by Stars.

Oh my god, don't know where Pont Champlain is, but it's like that one time, at turnabout, when I offended Max by repetitively asking him if he was sad because he was being so quiet. And OH MY GOSH!

No, stop. Right now. This is dumb.

The thing is, your life is chock full of little memories. It's exciting to relive them, especially the ones that you associate with happiness, e.g. past love. Unfortunately, they're no closer to happening again than you are to be reborn a butterfly (wishful thinking? or dumb thinking. butterflies are heavily predated upon). Little memories completely mess up life, especially when you spend all of your time listening to music. Music can be as good at bringing up memories as smell (this is a made up statistic).

But still. You can remember the way you felt when listening to a song, just like lyrics you just started listening to can remind you of the way you used to be in love. And it's so darn convincing. I don't know if people singing something makes it more persuasive, or if poetry in general attempts to draw connections to everyone's life so that it can be more accepted. But whatever, what I'm trying to say is music makes me a lot more emotional than I'd like to be. Especially the indie crap they force onto the O.C. soundtracks (see above, Your Ex-Lover Is Dead by Stars*). And considering I listen to music every hour that I am awake, it's safe to say I'm much more emotional than I should be.

I'd like to be unbiased and rational when trying to decide if I'm in love with someone. Sadly, even if I believe I'm being logical, feelings will always outweigh logic. I can't, and I refuse, to step back, and make this judgment without emotional bias. I suppose I could pop anti-depressants like pez until I felt nothing at all, and then maybe I could recognize that I am definitely not in love with (censored). And actually, that's a good idea. I wonder if I could fake realistic depression...

*emo*