Magical Realism
Someone* once said that deja vu was the universe's way of telling you you're on the right track, that your life is going exactly as it should be going at that moment. Now, while I couldn't say exactly that I believe in some sort of supernatural power controlling our world from the great beyond, I certainly like to at least pretend that Fate is, from time to time, an active participant in my life. You'll never hear me say "Everything happens for a reason" and especially not "It's God's plan," but you might catch me on "This was meant to be," so go on and call me a heathen godless romantic because that's what I am.
It is under this illusion that destiny has a way of working things out that I fell all starry-eyed in love with the idea that the delicious weirdness that is deja vu is a sign that things are happening just as they're supposed to. I don't really believe in this more than, say, most intelligent people believe in professional wrestling, but, in both cases, it's not the truth that's attractive but the sheer entertainment value. If deja vu gives me a thrill and makes me believe in magic for half a second, bring it on, I say.
A series of recent events has led me to expand my understand of deja vu=fate to include the following corollary: crazy coincidence=fate. In addition to being too numerous to mention, most of these said crazy coincidences are so complicated and involved that they would make no sense if I tried to translate them here.** Just believe me when I say that this random universe in which we live can sometimes put itself into such startling order that it makes me dizzy. So it is that I find myself being spun round by supernatural forces I don't believe in and I can't help feeling like I'm exactly where I should be right now.
When chaos starts to look like graph paper--when even the crappy stuff makes so much sense you can't help being calm about it--that's when you want to leave the office early and head for the forest because, hey, at this rate, you might spot a fairy hiding from the rain under a mushroom.
*Please don't judge me if I say I think I heard this from psychic Sylvia Browne on Montel...
**"Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention she was blind and that's why it's funny she was eating chicken."
Random isn't always so random. That is the one thought that keeps me realistic about the crazy stuff I've seen. A woman wearing a lime green mumu and a hat made of tuna cans? That has to mean something doesn't it?
I always hear people say that there are no coincidences. Things usually happen the way they should. It's like when you suddenly think of a person you haven't heard from in a long time, and the next day they call you on the phone. It's just the universe's way of re-connecting us to the things we need. Not to sound too "out there", but I believe everything is connected.
You have met your match, Heathen Godless Romantic Girl, for I am Captain von Fatalist! Able to not commit to relationships in a single breath, to leap over a good thing without thinking twice, possessing super-ultra-x-ray 20/20 hindsight.
No, seriously, I am a fatalist through and through, and I enjoy the notion of of coincidence, but I just can't help thinking that no matter how hard one tries to outguess oneself, that whatever choice was ultimately made was supposed to've been made. Deja vu can be fun, but to me it is life telling me, "I'm taking a smoke break. Entertain yourself with this golden oldie until I get back."
Nice way of thinking about deja vu, regardless. I like it!
You shouldn't tease with fake hot pictures.
God's been good to me because everything happens for a reason. If it didn't, what's the point?
What does it mean to tease with fake hot pictures? I don't get it...
So has the student become the teacher? Where does all that wisdom come from and can you send me some!
Jeannie: I told "someone" I had a picture of Gayle in a toga and I delivered as promised. No tease, not nohow.
Gotcha, yo.
Tease is in the eye of the beholder, it was implied that there was sweet nubile gayle skin showing. There alas was none.
you know what they say... to imply makes an imp of l and y.
Oh wait, they don't say that at all.
BTW, sweet and nubile are HARDLY the words... you are missing OUT. OO-whee! She is so much hotter than you could ever imagine - scorching hot. Mmm-mm-MMM!
dear Jeanie, why must you taunt me? It hurts me so.
Will
I taunt because I care.
Jeanie, I wish you had a sister who lived near me, or did at one time. Should you ever be in my part of the world please stop by. Punch and pie will be served.
Funny you should say... I DO have a sister, and she USED to live near you, and she HAPPENS to be in town right now from far, far off. Sadly, her schedule is simply packed, and she is unable to visit.
My condolences, as she is hotter than Gayle, and by a long shot.