Synchronicity in Songs

A couple of weeks ago, someone out in the blogosphere wrote about synchronicity. According to Wikipedia, in order for it to count as synchronicity, the events should be unlikely to occur together by chance.

I decided to pay more attention to the meaning behind random events in my life. My first notice of synchronicity was when I was driving up to the drive through window of a local mexican restaurant when I realized Melissa Etheridge's Come to My Window was playing. I was suddenly blown away by the synchronicity. What are the odds?

Since music isn't typically piped into the halls of an elementary school (not a bad idea, eh), the main locale of my music listening diet is in the car driving to and from work/home (So let us take a sec to pause for a moment of thanks for XM radio.). My powers of observation grew sharper with the revelation of synchronicity in songs.

On the way home from school, I got stopped by a train. At about the same moment, Sheena Easton's Morning Train started playing. Although it wasn't morning, a song about a train while waiting for a train to pass wasn't lost on me.

While singing along to Chicago's Hard Habit to Break, I noticed a sale at the Cigarette Outlet Store. Don't get distracted by my sucky music taste to not notice the synchronicity in this one. For the record, I still miss the days of big hair and cheesy music.

At the red light, while singing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics, I looked over and noticed the Sleep Clinic on the corner. And while driving past the local track, I Ran by Flock of Seagulls started piping through the speakers.

The next morning, I had a meeting at the board of education. While driving past the local nut house, I noticed that Crazy for You by Madonna was playing.

Are you with me in thinking I just may have been handed a keen gift of observation? It isn't often I impress myself.

After leaving the long meeting, I was really focusing on finding the unlikely chance in the random songs. As I pushed the buttons, I just couldn't find anything related to what I was driving past. That was about the same time I realized I had missed the turn to get back to school. And what song was on the radio? You guessed it. Supertramp's Take the Long Way Home.

The best one I saved for last. Why? Because that is how you build suspense, now isn't it? And it was the last to happen. Order can be important. When I drove into my carport at the end of the day, one of my all time favorite songs began it's familiar thump. Red, Red Wine by UB40 is a sure sign of how I am to spend my evening. And now that I am enlightening myself with all this synchronicity, I am questioning less. I took this sign and indulged myself.

Now, where is the Tylenol?