I am living proof that premonition is essentially futile, a testament to the fact that predetermination is alive and kicking. Observe:
- I will make a fool out of myself in front of someone I really don't want to.
- At some point tonight I'll offer to show someone my tattoos.
- I will passionately defend something I shouldn't even admit to liking. To a total stranger.
- Tomorrow three people will have added me on facebook, I may or may not remember them. Probably the latter.
- I will be convinced that at least one person will never want to speak to me again regardless of whether or not this is the case.
- Even money that I will say either "It'll be so much easier if I just crash at yours" or "God, why don't you just stay at ours, we have loads of space" to someone I fairly openly dislike.
You see? I know the future and yet am powerless to change it.
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