When I was in Barcelona, the hostel I stayed at had a internet cafe. It was convenient. Stopped by during the down time to make my rounds. Facebook comments that made me smile. A tweet to brag to the world how I floated along the Mediterranean that morning. Work e-mails that, without taking a single glance, I 'marked as read.'

Each station had speakers, though. And a girl nearby was, for one reason or another, obsessed with Michael Jackson's "You Are Not Alone." No lie - she played the song continuously. Over. And. Over. We glanced at each other, knowingly. "The hell is wrong with this chick?" We vented together in community through our eyes.

It didn't matter though. Cus the song kept playing. I hate that song.