"Check this hand cause I'm marvelous"

In the last two craptastic days I have come to a couple of conclusions:

1) Lady Gaga freaking rules.

2) There is a pervasive lie underlying much of my belief structure.

As for the first, her album "The Fame Monster" is completely fun and sort of lifts spirits and brings out the inner feisty girl.

As for the second, here is what I've learned.  I've always believed that if you want it enough, try hard enough, work long enough, and have enough hope, you will get what you want.  This might actually be bullshit.  Instead I think I'm with the Stones on this one.


"You can't always get what you want/
You can't always get what you want/
You can't always get what you want/
But if you try sometimes you might find/
You get what you need"

So here's the philosophical question that plagues despite hours of solace spent in the arms of pop music: Is what I need what I think I need?  Will I know it when I see it?  Oh, and will I want it?