"Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable."

(The title is a quote from Emma by Jane Austen, spoken by the oh-so-delightful Mr. Knightley.)

I don't believe I care for surprises much either, which is odd because apparently, I am full of them. I'll admit that I am an enigma, but I've always felt that once someone has gotten a glimpse of my personality, all things learned thenceforth should make perfect sense. I had to scold someone recently for continuing to express surprise at aspects of my life experiences (really, at a certain point, one should know better). After further consideration, however, I will admit I have a few surprises and contradictions within myself. Here's just one of them:

I think "On My Own" is the most useless song in all of Les Miserables. Everyone loves it and uses it for their high school musical audition pieces, but I daresay that it should never have existed in the first place. We already know that Eponine is in love with Marius and he's never going to love her back. We don't need another whole song (and the longest solo in the whole show, at that) about it.

I bet you were thinking I was going to write some shocking revelation about myself. I thought about it, but the thing about surprise (and I don't know if this actually a thing or not--I just sort of made it up now) is that it has to be just a little at a time, otherwise you're bound to give someone a heart attack.

And I just really am sick of "On My Own." Seriously. It's too much.