Story of my life… seriously. When something happens that leads to a significant chain of events it has to mean something. It has to be fate. It had to happen; the stars determined my life a long time ago… right?
The problem is, when something happens that leads to everything else, why did it happen? Who made this happen? Could not possibly be me. It had to be my fate. Or did I make it happen, by making good decisions. Not the “right” decisions, just good ones. I don’t think there is such a thing as the “right” decision.
I know right from wrong. I know when I should say something is wrong. I know when a subtle statement really means something else. I think growing up in such an urban environment helped me with that. I can usually pick out the sly, sometimes really mean, underlying meaning to anything really. Does that mean I am just so cynical I can’t take a simple comment? No, not at all; I love compliments. I just know when people mean bad, I don’t blow up and start cursing at them saying “you don’t even know me!” and throwing a tantrum, but I know it means something.
I know what I know because I have lived it. I have lived good fate, bad fate, mean things said to me coated with something nice. But I also know that I can do the same. It doesn’t mean I will. But it is nice to know that I can. It’s also nice when I just treat their lives.
Good times, good times. :]
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