Helter Skelter

There are times when things happen for no rhyme or reason. It's often funny- in an ironic sense - to look at the coincidence of these occurances.

There was a woman I knew online back during my MIRC days who was a witch. Not one who wore a black hat and rode a broomstick but a psychic one. Well, I don't really believe in all that mumbo jumbo but there was one conversation I had where I wasn't disrespectful of her beliefs as I was asking her advice on things that occured with me.

I sometimes had thoughts of people who I haven't seen in a long time. Then, I would be walking around town or in a bar and they would show up. It would be hours or days after thinking about them. It spooked me out a bit. I just put it down to coincidence.

Jan had another explanation. She said it was a psychic part of my brain informing me of what was to come. Everyone has this ability. Apprently.

Like I mentioned earlier - I don't belive in these things but it is often interesting when they do happen.

It happened again.

On April the third I spent a few minutes rereading the blog entry I made the year earlier which described the moment where I first kissed my classmate, Sarah. It was a good, short trip down Memory Lane reading through what I had written fifty-two weeks earlier and I thought it captured the moment well.

I saw her again yesterday as I was walking down my road. I didn't think anything of it until this morning when I returned to the April postings and looked at the April 13th post. It detailed how we both bumped into each other a few days after I had written about her.

Just one day short of the anniversary, Sarah and I bumped into each other again. Spooky huh? Just like last year we both looked at each other and then realised who we were and went and ignored each other. I couldn't care less if I don't see her again. The hand of fate will probably reunite us in another twelve months for another bout of ignorance, though!

I wonder where JanR is nowadays. I hear she had been in poor health way back in 2003 when I last spoke with her. Maybe she will be the next person on my mind who will pop up out of the blue.