I'll probably never hear my favorite song and I'll probably never meet my soul mate, and neither willl you.

Depressing:
I've been listening to music the past couple hours and although I don't have many complaints about the experience, this thought has come to me that's a little depressing... Every time I find a new song that I get really into, (like this one) it always comes with a slight bit of sadness at the fact that this song has been in existence for however long and I was totally unaware. And then I think of the fact that there are probably thousands of songs - maybe even hundreds of thousands - that I would absolutely love, but will never hear because they are too obscure, or I'll just not have been looking in the right place. I'm hoping that before I die, there is some kind of technology invented that can find a mathematical pattern in the music you like and make recommendations to you, regardless of band obscurity. The recommendations on sites like Amazon are alright, but they make recommendations by genre - and I'm sick of having fucking Bon Iver recommended every time I go to that site - he (or they, i dont really know or care) fucking blows.

Even More Depressing:
That same idea can be applied to almost anything in life though. I'm sure at some point, you thought to yourself "I want to meet my soul mate, my dream girl, the absolute ideal person for me in every way, but what if she lives in Winnipeg or Cleveland or some other obscure place and I never meet her?" Or even worse "What if I would have met the girl of my dreams had I gone out to the bar with my friends a couple weeks ago instead of sitting at home writing my shitty blog that no one reads anyway and now I never will?" I think that's the kind of question that nags at me - and probably other people - but there's absolutely no good answer for it so we just ignore it and think of something else.

Doppelgangers:
That's a nice transition into one of my favorite things to talk about. Even for as stupid as it is, I'm surprised this whole concept hasn't been more prevalent in pop culture. I mean, what the fuck would you do if you were at the store or in a public bathroom or something and you saw a person that was an exact copy of yourself. Would you try to meet it/him? Would you stare at it and say "No it couldn't be..." or would you fight it to the death? I think all are rational courses of action.

Edit: I just reread this and had to pose this question, despite its pervertedness... In the public bathroom example, if you're doppelganger sidled up at the stall next to you, would you peek over? There's really no comparable female situation, but I don't think there are any girls reading this blog anyway.

Rock Music:
I wrote about this earlier, but I'm obsessed with Kings of Leon now. I still haven't listened to their two newest albums in depth, but "Aha Shake Heartbreak" has climbed into my top 20 all time albums during the past couple weeks. In that first link, just look at those guys... that is fucking rock. I can't really describe it any other way... those guys just flat out sound like the musical equivalent to sex... therefore knocking 2 Live Crew from the 'musical equivalent to sex' distinction. Although I would probably still describe 2 Live Crew as the musical equivalent to having drunken sex with a cheap hooker in a dirty motel and contracting a venereal disease in the process.

Debauchery:
So now that I'm done with classes forever and I still have another week until I officially graduate with nothing to do but work a couple hours, I've decided to make this my week of excessive drinking, sleeping at weird times, and open-til-4am burrito joints. It started off well when I had to drive to work at 7:30 this morning "not feeling well" from staying up til 5:30 drinking. I came home for a little bit to nap and dry heave in the shower for 10 minutes, and all was well except for the power drill-to-the-head headache I had. But that was nothing a 4 more hours working with a bunch of old ladies couldn't make much worse. And the week is young...