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I don’t know what happened. The Chrome window that I was in just freaking disappeared. I was in the middle of reposting a really, really sensible comment. FAIL.

sedricke:

I find it interesting when your day’s events seem to escalate, leading to a climactic scenario that you did not in any way anticipate. Like some unexplainable cosmic connection that sews together the shirt that you chose to wear, the songs that shuffled on your music player and the compliments you got from your former teachers. Even a paranormal encounter with the school poltergeist fit the bill — a ridiculous thing in itself — but it was the perfect turning point before the climax.

It’s more interesting, however, that I am suddenly propelled to write something just because I saw a ghost from my past. And how I think that suddenly everything has “some unexplainable cosmic connection” shit, when in fact, I thought all those things are bull.

“Looking good!”

I stuttered away my gratitude. Smiled. Went about my usual business.

Afterwards I needed a smoke. And some iced cold coffee. Then I fled.

The universe seldom conspires with itself to do things, or bring together circumstances that we never deemed - or even hoped - possible.. Sometimes, you feel like the world is pressing down on your shoulders, your knees buckling down under the weight. At other times, you’re just certain that you’re in one of your most lucid dreams.

Like when you’re sincerely hoping to God that you don’t see him with her.

Not now, not ever.

And the cosmos whips up the exact opposite of what you want - for you, and only you.