It's Easy To Say "No Hard Feelings" When You're Talking To A Robot.

Yeah, I know. I've posted at least three times saying about how I took a blogging break and didn't accomplish anything amazing, and that I'm back to stay.

I didn't want to admit this and hurt anyone's feelings, but I LIED. I lied like a liar on lie-o-ween.

Well, I didn't actually lie. That insinuates that I wrote the words while giggling to myself and knowing full well that I can get to sleep before 3 AM about as effectively as I can keep a steady blogging schedule. Which I wasn't.

It just sort of happened. I got so busy while I was sitting here doing nothing that I logged onto Tumblr and never looked back once.

Here I am though. I make no promises about future posting frequency because apparently I'm no good at keeping such promises. Unless we all pinky swore, in which case I'd be here every day. Everyone knows that breaking a pinky swear is such a catastrophic breach of trust that I still haven't recovered from that time in third grade when Tanya said she'd share her cookies with me the next day and DIDN'T.

I need a moment. 

MOVING ON.

So. I have something very serious to talk about today. It's a deeply scientific phenomena that I am kind of an expert on, so I'll try to treat the less educated gently and tenderly while I explain it.

Basically, it's that weird phenomena where you know you probably shouldn't like something, but holy blonde cheerleader batman you're like a fourteen year old boy with the magazines he found under his dad's side of the bed.

And the whole time you're about to start watching/reading/thinking about/looking at/smelling/poking/cooking/chugging whatever it is you know the rest of society would frown on you for, you're just like:

"ANYONE HOME? HELLO? NO?"

And then, like the badass you are, you go on YouTube and you blast that Selena Gomez song like the only thing keeping you brain in your head is the sound waves flying in your ears. You may even dance, because holy mother of pearl, you effing love this song.

And yet you know that if someone walked in at that moment, you would prove that denial ain't only in Egypt. You weren't listening to Selena Gomez. You were watching a video of people falling over and just so happened to youtube surf all the way to "Love You Like A Love Song", duh.

Or you'll be listening to your iPod and someone'll be all, "LOL what cha listening to?"

And you'll quickly change the song and be all, "This hard core Rolling Stones song. Not Selena Gomez, don't be stupid."

And it's all because of that part of your brain that looks at you like:

And you're reduced to a simpering wad of denial.

Also, don't look at me and be all, "OMG MEGAN I'M NOT A VICTIM OF PEER PRESSURE LIKE THAT." That is a neon sign saying, "HOLY PADALECKI I'M REPRESSING SOMETHING."

Whatever it is, just know that you're not alone. Everyone in the world in embarrassed to say that they've watched A Walk To Remember during a bad break up. Embrace it, and remember to lock your door.

The other phenomena that I have to talk to you about is one that just happened to me in very rapid succession . It involves involuntary emotional reactions to songs when they unexpectedly crop up while you have your iPod/iTunes on shuffle. You'll be walking down the street one day and jamming to a bit of Ke$ha (which you'd never admit to doing), when all of a sudden the song flips.

And depending on the song, it can have a few reactions. I've called upon my expansive library of Supernatural gifs to help illustrate me point, so I hope you don't mind the sudden influx of beauty. You may take a moment to grab some sunglasses before we proceed.

Good? Okay.

So, I have an MP3 of Jensen Ackles singing Crazy Love on my iPod, and whenever it comes on I immediately do this:

Followed by this:

And I think you know why. If you don't, youtube the song and then tell me you didn't do the same thing. Safe room, folks. Safe room.

Unspeakable lust is not the only reaction these songs can have though.

For instance, play Carry On My Wayward Son for a Supernatural fan, and you'll watch this happen:

Or play Into The West for a Lord Of The Rings fan, and you'll see something similar.

For me, play All Of The Lights (yeah, the Kanye song) and it's all systems:

But we all have at least one song that incites some unspeakable emotion in us. Just like we have problems with admitting we totally love that Judas song by Lady Gaga, even after we've been singing "Juda Juda-a-a" for three days straight.

Basically, we're all repressing something.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go listen to Selena Gomez.

I mean... here, stare at this and forget what I just said:

Adieu!

Love,
Megan