Now, before I begin. If you’re not someone who is into signs or spiritual things and tend to scoff at them, then I suggest you just leave this post now. Leave it and leave our friendship intact because I’m going to probably say stuff you think is weird and I still want to be mates (and not have you think I’m an idiot.)RA Grani
If you’re still with me then good. It means you semi-believe in fate, signs, etc or it means you want to see just how weird I really am. Either way.. I am someone who believes in signs and I find it hard to say “oh, it’s just a coincidence” when things all seem to point towards one thing or seem to be showing me something. DON’T JUDGE ME because this isn’t the weirdest thing someone has ever said, and certainly not the weirdest thing I’ve ever said. Be glad that I’m not like Jim Carrey from ‘The Number 23’ because that kind of sign-searching can get loco, real fast. I’m pretty controlled in my whole “universe is talking to me” thing, I promise. Why am I talking about this? Because today I was getting some pretty crazy signs.
I had an interview for a summer casual job today that I woke up excited about. The fact that I woke up at 5 am feeling awful should’ve been my first indicator, but I’m pretty oblivious. By the time I finally got out of work, after they kept me back, I missed my bus to the station. There was another one in half an hour, but I was filled with this complete lack of interest in going to this interview. I just didn’t want to go, at all, anymore. But I made myself get on the next bus, and everything was going fine. Until the bus broke down.
Luckily, Luke was on his lunch break and was lovely enough to come and pick me up and take me to the station. Where I missed my train by one minute. Sixty freaking seconds. Anyone else seeing some signs here? Cause I am.
After I waited around for another half an hour, I caught the train and made it to the shopping centre where I had my interview. And I wasn’t even late, how awesome, right? Wrong.
Because the store where I was meant to have my interview? Doesn’t exist. Isn’t there. I couldn’t find it on the map, in the directory, on the Internet and I couldn’t even find it after walking around each level of the shopping centre three times. So I travelled for forty minutes, for what? To try and go to an interview in a store that doesn’t exist. But wait, there’s more!
Yeah, my life is like a bad sitcom that isn’t ever funny. After I walked out of the shopping centre, I sprained my ankle really nastily. Then some guy nearly ran me over with his bike, while slurring out some kind of pickup line. Then the guy at the ticket office wouldn’t let me use the student card that I just used two hours prior and I had to pay the full fare – which used up the rest of my cash. Such an awesome day!
I can’t really help thinking that my initial sense of foreboding, the sudden “omg I do not wanna go” thoughts, they should’ve been the first indicator to just not go to this place that wasn’t even there. I wasted my money, my afternoon and I feel totally crap now after a whole day of the world yelling “YOU’RE AN IDIOT” at my face and just ignoring it. This has been a bit of a whiney post and I may delete it, I just needed to vent my spleen and get it all out. But tell me, if you’ve stuck through the sob story this far, do you ever get signs or feelings that there’s a message floating around that you need to see/hear?