The points.

I'm sitting alone in my room just aim chatting with Gum and all of a sudden someone upstairs starts blasting "The Good that Won't Come Out" into the courtyard/lawn. It's like someone knew I was building up emotions and played my song to help release them. But I only teared up a bit. Not much. I felt far more frazzled like, "Who knows what I'm going through?" "Why would they play that song OF ALL SONGS?" I've seriously felt that interconnectedness in the world these days. It's astounding.