Do you believe in faith? Do you feel some things are meant to be? Is there something above and beyond us, us mortal humans and sexy beasts? We all have been blown away at a certain point in time in our lives by some event that defied all the odds and all logic. A life episode that would make people type “Omg, I can’t believe what just happened” in a WhatsApp group chat. Please allow me to give two eye-popping examples of my own:
- I was unemployed and the sun was shining bright. I didn’t dream nor aspire to be a window cleaner but I decided to take on a temporary, unpaid gig to clean the windows of my apartment. That day I learnt that to get crystal-clear windows, rubbing the window glass with a soapy sponge is more effective than two years of intermittent showers of rain. I could see things so clearly on the other side now, what a difference it made. After improving the quality of my life with 0,069 percentage points, I closed the windows and the curtains dropped. The next day, I woke up around brunch time. Ready for another day of pretending to be productive. I expected to see my habitual suburban view but instead I was mockingly greeted by large splashes and chunks of pigeon diarrhea on my not-so-clean anymore windows and window sill. So let me recap: for the past two years, I only occasionally heard pigeons tap dance on the roof. Nothing else happened (I got this line from some guy who cheats on and beats his wife). So, the day after I cleaned my windows for the first time, suddenly my windows became a public toilet for pigeons. What kind of sorcery is this? Is this called bad karma? What is the universe trying to tell me?
- I was employed and the sun was still shining bright. I was looking for a new apartment and went hunting. I identified an area and also a particular building. I visited a couple of units, encountered some cockroaches and douchebag owners but managed to find a place that met all my criteria. BOOM, contract signed. Guess what the apartment number is… 609. 6-0-9. The magic numbers 6 and 9. So let me recap: the building that I preferred to stay in has 400+ apartments and it happens that unit 609 is available and matches my needs perfectly. That’s just plain ridiculous. There must be something more going on, right? Btw, I notice pigeon bastards are hanging out near my balcony.
Amor fati. Love of fate. Whether you understand or not why something has happened, it doesn’t really matter to be honest. It has happened and just go with it. People break their heads (and hearts) over why something didn’t work out with a loved one, why he/she said xyz or why every interesting person is taken already. The answer is an answer but doesn’t tell you anything. You’ll never be sure. Sometimes it better to half jokingly-half seriously say that it’s not meant to be. Definitely I have some stoic tendencies to ingloriously accept the situation as it is. Maybe it’s an ego thing to not to have to chase girls, put all the work in or to not being reciprocated after all my efforts.
The girl told me she has been out of the dating game for two years. I get her sentiment when she told me she’s content with her life. She doesn’t need anyone to feel fulfilled or provide. Something I heard many times before. But isn’t there a basic human need for companionship? Okay, this can come in many forms but can friendships or (stuffed) animals really replace “that”? What I also often hear is that what will come, will come. Then months and years fly by and nothing came besides wrinkles, back pain and iPhone 16 Pro Max Ultra+. I think there are many people accepting their fate as surface-happy dissatisfied single or partner and secretly knowing that with some work and sometimes force, things could change for the better.
Do I believe we’re destined for something? That there’s a plan ready for us? Not entirely sure. While we might not control our fate or future companion(ships), we have the choice to accept or reject the situation we’re in, and ultimately do something about it.
I know you’re all dying to know how many bars we hopped. Well, the counter clocked at three. We drink quite a few beverages with hops (badum-tss). I’d like to take a moment to express my gratitude to the person who invented the hoppy hour (badum-tss-tss).
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