Contemplations on probability
Honestly, what is one supposed to think, when things like these happen?
Crushes are supposed to be transient things. You meet someone for the first time, think he/she is kinda cute, maybe feel a bit infatuated, get the usual heart-beating-fast gut-twisting bubbly-squishy feeling inside for a few moments. But most times that's just it. The guy/girl disappears and you never see him/her again.
But what if you do? What if, against all the impossible odds, he/she does appear again, and there is a second contact? Is that just pure chance? Is one supposed to believe that, as laughable as it sounds, fate might actually exist, and to defy mathematical probability to meet someone again like this means something more?
Quite frankly, I've never been the kind of person who will actively go out there and fight for something. What will be will be, I figure, but maybe that doesn't quite apply for some things. It could be I'm just scared; if I never try, at least I don't have to taste failure, just lament that conditions were never right for me.
I think if Fate does exist, she's a real bitch for playing with us like this.
Crushes are supposed to be transient things. You meet someone for the first time, think he/she is kinda cute, maybe feel a bit infatuated, get the usual heart-beating-fast gut-twisting bubbly-squishy feeling inside for a few moments. But most times that's just it. The guy/girl disappears and you never see him/her again.
But what if you do? What if, against all the impossible odds, he/she does appear again, and there is a second contact? Is that just pure chance? Is one supposed to believe that, as laughable as it sounds, fate might actually exist, and to defy mathematical probability to meet someone again like this means something more?
Quite frankly, I've never been the kind of person who will actively go out there and fight for something. What will be will be, I figure, but maybe that doesn't quite apply for some things. It could be I'm just scared; if I never try, at least I don't have to taste failure, just lament that conditions were never right for me.
I think if Fate does exist, she's a real bitch for playing with us like this.