Without You...

i didn't realize just how much an ipod had effected my life (predicatably) until it was gone. it's been two weeks now since my ipod bit it, and not having every song i own at my disposal is proving to be very, very upsetting.

this morning, for instance, i had the uncontrollable urge to hear "fanstay" by earth, wind, and fire. when i couldn't call it up on the ipod, i became angry. like car-accident-angry, or roommate didn't do the dishes angry. two things about this bother me-

1) i had a disproportionately strong emotional reaction to the situation
2) i had an urge to hear "fantasy" by earth, wind, and fire.

the first one could be explained satisfactorally by armchair psychiatry- i'd become adapted to the calming effect of calling the perfect song up any time i wanted. makes sense, and i can live with that.

the second one has me worried. i love earth, wind, and fire. but there's a time and place, you know what i mean? and when i say urge, i mean URGE. like, "where the fuck is that earth, wind, and fire song? GODDAMNIT!" considering the number of awful songs on my ipod, i'm very worried that i'll soon develop an anne murray jones, or go through lisa loeb withdrawl, neither of which would help the hipster image i've been carefully cultivating for the past eleven years.

basically i've decided that if having an ipod means the occasional dion & the belmonts craving, i'm not sure it's worth it.