Somebody, Somewhere

It's 1:15 on a Sunday night (or...Monday morning), and for some reason i find this night strangely and peculiarly different than most nights. I couldn't sleep. It was too hot, the hair on my legs kept twitching; they installed a new street light that protrudes itself into my oversized window. Maybe it was the coffee i drank right before i went to bed. Maybe it's the Oreos i'm eating now. Maybe, just maybe, this is all in my head, and in reality i am, indeed extremely tired, but dont want to admit that to myself, because admitting that means admitting weakness, and admitting weakness is in no way manly. And being in no way manly means i'm femenine. and feminicity is just...bad.

No...no, that's not it. I really just am not tired. (Is amn't a word? i.e. I really just amn't tired.)
And because of this lack of fatigue, I have decided to explain both to you and to me something that's been going on in my head these past couple days.

We all know that my friend Ben has made his way out of the doors of Mexican Childhood, to New York, and is now starting his new life at a College where he'll become an intelectual. And little me has been left here to experience the strange, yet comforting, realm of solitude... Alone, no less.
You see...Ben and I were musically related. Our friendship was centered around melodies and harmonies and lyrics and meaningfulness-- something very important. These were, as the Little Prince would say, Matters of Consequence. Thigs that really mattered to both of us. Things that we both loved with all our hearts. And when we both found each other a few years ago, we found somebody who we could share that love and beauty with, and create something new and intelectual, a song twice as better as one we would have made ourselves. Yet, we didn't know it at the time. But now I know.
As I reread this, I can't help but wonder what wild ideas could be going through your head. No, neither of us are gay. We both have come to the consensus that we like girls very very much. This was just a friendship.
As Ben left, I realized that our music would have to separate as well, forming within themselves two different styles, becoming their own unique sound, completely different from that one sound that they were before, together. And, of course, to make music singularly, I was supposed to have my own singular band name, right?

Somebody, Somewhere.

Like it? It's kind of catchy. Meaning? There are two.
1. Somebody, Somewhere is the idea that there is somebody, somewhere in the world for everbody, anywhere in the world. No matter who you are, what you do, and how you do it. There is somebody, somewhere out there who will love us, unconditionally, always. We just need to get to that somewhere and find them.
This is all romantically speaking, of course. But it could also be taken spiritually, because God loves anybody, anywhere unconditionally, all the time.

2. Somebody, Somewhere is the idea that no matter how bad off you are, if you're waste-deep in a trash can filled with murky, stenchy water with slimy, swimmy things floating around inside it, you can always know that there is somebody, somewhere out there that is just a bit worse off than you are. And that thought should do two things to your brain: 1. You should rejoice that God has blessed you with only being waste-deep, instead of neck-deep in a trash can. 2. Go find that person that's worse off than you are, and pull him up to your level, and higher.

So what do you think? (You, being the imaginary person that reads my blogs). Which one, which one?