Longing to be Told

When I started feeding my favorite compact discs into iTunes I just thought it would be a convenient way to play music while I was browsing my favorite blogs or playing Quinn.

Discovering “My Rating,” however, completely changed my outlook on iTunes:

I slowly realized that iTunes wasn’t merely a tool to conveniently collect music. In point of fact, it was a sophisticated diagnostic tool. Like the Briggs-Meyers test it not only asked the user to input important information about likes and dislikes, it even asked the user to rate the importance of those pieces of information.

Once you’ve input enough songs, personality patterns clearly begin to emerge. In fact, I would go so far as to suggest that it would be easy for an observant viewer to determine a person’s political leanings merely from the playlist. Let’s hope that the RIAA doesn’t join with Asscroft and his toadies to search my computer and determine that I’m likely to vote for anyone except George Bush and his minions.

True analysis begins, though, when you use the power of the internet to download the lyrics (of course this assumes that the lyrics are actually understandable in the song) and make a more detailed analysis.

Not surprisingly a found a frighteningly accurate description of my personality in Paul Simon’s :

Something So Right

You’ve got the cool water
When the fever runs high
You’ve got the look of lovelight in your eyes
And I was in crazed emotion,
‘Til you calmed me down
It took a little time
But you calmed me down

When something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
And the last one to know

When something goes right
Well it’s likely to lose me, mm
It’s apt to confuse me
It’s such an unusual sight
Oh, I can’t, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right

They’ve got a wall in China
It’s a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners they made it strong
And I’ve got a wall around me
That you can’t even see
It took a little time
To get next to me

When something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
And the last one to know
when something goes right
Well it’s likely to lose me, mm
It’s apt to confuse me
because it’s such an unusual sight
Oh, I can’t, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right

Some people never say the words “I love you”
It’s not their style
to be so bold
Some people never say the words “I love you”
But like a child they’re longing to be told, mm

When something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
And the last one to know
when something goes right
Well it’s likely to lose me, mm
It’s apt to confuse me
because it’s such an unusual sight
I swear, I can’t, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right

Now, one song might not be enough to confirm my Briggs-Meyers INTP classification, but the line “Some people never say the words ‘I love you/’ But like a child they’re longing to be told” provides a devastatingly accurate diagnosis.

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  1. Wow… I read those lyrics and that’s really pretty close to my personality. Confused when something goes right, especially, because I’m not used to things working out. The only difference that I see is that I long not just to hear “I love you,” but to say it as well.

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