Unorthodox Fulfillment

It's kind of funny how you find what you want.

You can spend hours, days, years, maybe your whole life looking for it and never catch so much as a glimpse. Inversely, you might not give it a second thought, and yet have it fall in your lap. Worse than either of those, perhaps, is when you don't think about it but need it anyway. It's like a food craving you can't quite put your finger on. Do I want egg salad, or a chocolate milkshake? Or potato chips? Heaven forbid I go through dozens of different foods and drinks and not find what I'm looking for, I'll just come away feeling like a perpetually unsatisfied glutton. So what to do?

There is, of course, the miracle of dumb luck. Where you spend just enough time to make it feel like you deserve the reward, even if the reward is in no way what you expected. Maybe it's an apple when you could have sworn you were craving pasta, or maybe you just needed a glass of water; whatever the solution, the novelty of wanting it despite the fact that you hadn't even considered it as an option is enough.

Anyway. So I really wanted to listen to Rhapsody in Blue a few minutes ago, and I was reloading the George Gershwin station on Pandora frantically, growing more and more frustrated with each song that came on. Finally, the theme from Edward Scissorhands came up, which I hadn't expected at all on that station. I listened to a few bars, and remembered why it's one of my favorite movie scores.

Then my train of thought stepped daintily off the track and plunged off into a field, and I wrote a blog entry about it. Partly 'cause I'm feeling guilty about not updating yesterday.