Funny thing, Fate. So much so that I felt the need to capitalise it just then. And stick it in italics.
There, look! Above!
I guess it's just so damn Funky. 'Fate' is this thing, this unquantifiable, inexplicable whatsit that simply can't possibly exist in my boringly rational scientific brain (which makes me sound far more intelligent than I ever could be), but it would be really darn cool if Fate actually did exist, a bit like discovering God, or Martians, or a really noble Politician.
Like God, for Fate to exist, there would have to be an ordination for everyone, a predestiny that suggests really very strongly that we've all got our lives mapped out in a very, very large book in the sky; an unshakable, unbendable, deliberate path that we will always traverse, even if we try our damndest to avoid it.
Now call me a cynic, but I can't really believe any of that.
Which is a shame, as there's something terribly romantic about destiny, a divine will that has marked out our otherwise completely irrelevant lives from among six billion other humans, not to mention loads of frogs, lions, ants, bats and penguins.
So what the hell is this post all about? Well, this one very brief story to follow, based around this positively huge ramble about predestination...
Neale was a friend from my schooldays. We hadn't seen each other for twenty years when we caught up on Friends Reunited and agreed to meet. We met in a pub, had our first beer together, and got completely smashed, even though it was a Wednesday.
It was pleasant, and odd. We'd moved on significantly enough to be complete strangers. Neale didn't even remember me properly. The photos he'd brought along from our schooldays were of a completely different ginger kid called Christopher. We then caught the tube home where I drunkenly yelled at some commuters who had the bad luck - or fate - to be stood nearby, that we were old schoolfriends who had caught up after twenty years, and Isn't that Great?
Then I humiliated Neale via email (Point #6) and hadn't heard from him since ~ until last week, when he 'found' me on Facebook and added me.
Neale has since got himself engaged with a view to wedded bliss, and to a very nice looking young lady.
He had met her on a tube platform.
Apparently, I'd walked up to her a several years ago and yelled, 'Alright? Me and this guy here went to school together and we haven't seen each other since we were 8!'
I have tonight found my first girlfriend on Facebook and added her as a friend, if she'll have me. Oh look, she's married with kids now.
Always the Gloom, never the Groom. Perhaps that's my Fate.
And that's just Fine.