Completely Random, Yet Beautiful.
Monday, October 23, 2006At least, to me.
So today I was driving to school listening to my MP3 CD of most (if not all) of the songs ever written by Deathcab for Cutie. I usually listen to the CD set on shuffle. Once, I think, a long time ago I did listen to the CD through the progression of each and every song in the exact order they were meant to be listened (older stuff first then finishing with the Postal Service, which I argue is a little digression of the Death Cab branch) but that wasn't very exciting. So now, I only listen to them on shuffle.
One song came on (I don't really remember which one) from their live album. After they were done preforming that song the audience was cheering and everything and the lead singer started another song but had to pause and since I have listened to that MP3 CD a few thousand times I knew which song he was starting and every time I listen I always get so disappointed that he never got the chance to start that next song since I listen on shuffle and it would also shuffle to a totally random song. But today, however, the randomizer decided to pick the next song. So I got to hear the lead singer start the song, a little pause, then actually finish his start of the song.
But mainly, I'm thinking about the way our lives are going. Like, how everything is "random" as they say. But I don't think so. I think our lives are very structured. We know what we want and where we want to go even if it is not apparent to us. We know our limitations and our expectations. We know the circle of friends and our network of family. Our world is built on rules and judgment. But every once in a while, there's always that random event that pops up and fucks with the general structure. We might have a sudden death. Or a completely unrelated news story changes our lives forever. Or we might meet someone who we would have never met under normal conditions.
I think we must cherish these completely random moments in which things seem to just happen. I know, I do.
So today I was driving to school listening to my MP3 CD of most (if not all) of the songs ever written by Deathcab for Cutie. I usually listen to the CD set on shuffle. Once, I think, a long time ago I did listen to the CD through the progression of each and every song in the exact order they were meant to be listened (older stuff first then finishing with the Postal Service, which I argue is a little digression of the Death Cab branch) but that wasn't very exciting. So now, I only listen to them on shuffle.
One song came on (I don't really remember which one) from their live album. After they were done preforming that song the audience was cheering and everything and the lead singer started another song but had to pause and since I have listened to that MP3 CD a few thousand times I knew which song he was starting and every time I listen I always get so disappointed that he never got the chance to start that next song since I listen on shuffle and it would also shuffle to a totally random song. But today, however, the randomizer decided to pick the next song. So I got to hear the lead singer start the song, a little pause, then actually finish his start of the song.
"There's...a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress...and I'm sneaking glances"It's funny how something completely random can be not-so-random one day. As if the very nature of randomness can make things seem sequential. It's hard to say, to describe what I'm talking about. So everyone is so confused right now.
But mainly, I'm thinking about the way our lives are going. Like, how everything is "random" as they say. But I don't think so. I think our lives are very structured. We know what we want and where we want to go even if it is not apparent to us. We know our limitations and our expectations. We know the circle of friends and our network of family. Our world is built on rules and judgment. But every once in a while, there's always that random event that pops up and fucks with the general structure. We might have a sudden death. Or a completely unrelated news story changes our lives forever. Or we might meet someone who we would have never met under normal conditions.
I think we must cherish these completely random moments in which things seem to just happen. I know, I do.
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