Thursday, February 19, 2009

There Are No Coincidences

I think I'm gonna be sick. I can't tell you how uneasy I feel right now. All I know is that I can't explain any of this... and I don't believe in coincidences. Even at my best, I couldn't manipulate things to turn out this way.

I was on one of the social networking boards, just minding my business... OK, I was snooping around, looking at people's pictures. After a couple of clicks of profiles and pictures, I stumbled upon a friend of a friend who was friends with my crush. Well, they had pictures and in some of the pictures, there he was - preening for the camera. There was a link that connected to his own personal pics so, of course, I clicked it. Needless to say, he loves the camera; he had A LOT of photos. There were a group of photos with him chillin' outside, him with his arm around some chick and some of him in a club. The latter of these caught my eye. I looked and there was the sweater!!! He was wearing the very same sweater that I had picked out and bought my BF for Christmas!!! Same color, same everything!!! I couldn't believe it. Now, you may be thinking, "So what? That's why they mass produce... There are probably a lot of people that have the same sweater you bought your BF." But, no. This is just another "coincidence" (which I don't believe in) in a long line of unexplained occurences.

He has another friend on this social network board that I'm friends with and she has about 350 friends in total. Well, there's an app (application) that can take all of your friends profile photos and put them in a grid. She has it and when I clicked on it to see where I landed on the grid, guess who is right underneath me? YES, him! His pic is DIRECTLY below mine. A coincidence? Out of 300 and some odd people and we're right next to each other? No, I don't think so. Oh, and by the way, the grid is totally random. It does not go by alphabetical order or age or anything else. Besides, my initials are on the opposite end of the alphabet from his.

There are other things, but I'll elaborate later. What does this all mean? I dare not answer. But all of this DOES mean something. Man, I feel like Al Pacino right now: everytime I try to get out, I get pulled back in!!! I'm not trying to obssess over him, but everytime I try to go on without thinking about him, something somewhere reminds me of him... connects me to him.

I need to come up with a name for him...

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