This could turn into a five-or-six part entry. I have a lot of entries with multiple parts, but it's not my fault. AOL only allows 2500 character (not word, but character) entries. And, this includes spaces and HTML used to change the text. So when you have a < P > tag to start a new paragragh, those three characters count. It sucks. Anyhow, ONWARD! to the good stuff.
While I was offline waiting on a phone call, I had lots of time to reflect on fate and write down some good notes. So here goes.
I think fate is a really nifty illusion (how about that, an illusion inside of an illusion). Don't groan, this illusion is much easier to explain and to grasp.
I don't believe in fate. In all reality (pun much intended), I have seen absolutely no evidence to support its existence. Sure, cause-and-effect makes fate seem very real. Something happens, like, say, you lose your job. But your friend Jennifer says, "Don't worry, Fifi, everything happens for a reason. God has a plan for you." You hate that name Fifi, but your real name is Fiona and everyone loves to call you that just 'cause they know you hate it. (Cause and effect WHAM! Score one point on the rim shot.) So anyway . . .
So you starve a while, and every day you get your paper while you're wearing your pink bunny slippers still, look for a new job, and groan. Then, one Saturday (I just like Saturday, no particular reason--but you can't stand having to wait until Monday to apply) you find It. It with a capital letter. The Job; your Dream Job. What's more, you *get* the job, and to top it off, you like it better than your last job.
So, it seems Jen-jen (she hates that name, but you call her that in retaliation to Fifi) was right about God having a plan. It seems fate stepped in and saved you.
NOT! Cont'd next entry . . .
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