Why can music be so vindicitive?

Although I feel that saying "I love music" is one of the most cliché and trite things uttered anymore (second only to the far more annoying "I like all kinds of music"; no, you don't, don't say that), I feel like I truly do. When I ponder the eternal playground question of "Would you rather be deaf or blind?", I always pick blind. Not listening to music for the rest of my life would make it not worth living anymore. But seriously, music, you suck sometimes.

While music has the ability to make you dance and smile and think of good times, it also has the heart-shattering power of making you feel like shit at the whims of subtle melodies and your mood. There seriously must be a mathematical equation that the later it gets at night, the more depressed music can make you (unless alcohol is involved, and in that case, I could dance like a maniac to any music). To quote a great and wonderful television show of my childhood, The Adventures of Pete & Pete: "Why is it that when you miss somebody so much that your heart is ready to disintegrate, you always hear the saddest song ever on the radio?". Wise words, Mr. Wrigley, wise words.

When the mood strikes you, anything can seem to relate to something that makes you misty-eyed in some regard. All it takes is knowing the musical preferences of the person you're thinking about and all of a sudden... oh shit, that's right, you feel like a giant pile of hormones mixed with sad puppies. And let me tell you, sad puppies make me feel bad enough. The last thing I need is hormones attached to it.

Recently, I've been feeling incredibly nostalgic. It seems like anything that happens in my life these days is like being whisked away back to high school. Sometimes it appears to be an okay thing, but tonight, it's a big overwhelming "no". Tonight, it's definitely not a good thing. I've been having one of those days where I listen to the same songs over and over and over again, to no apparent instant result or answer. I don't know why I want to feel this way, but for some reason I must. There's no one forcing me to listen to this stuff, so why am I doing it? Why am I making myself think about things I don't especially want to?