The coincidences MUST STOP

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As I was making Jamie Oliver’s British carbonara last night, the kids sprung “Muuuuuuuum, it’s crazy sock day at school tomorrow!” on me. Of course, all the crazy socks got turfed in the great move of 2014.

So, being a total pushover, I said “OK, OK, let me finish dinner then we’ll go to Westfield and buy some.”

We are not in the habit of going to Westfield at night, but I’ve resolved to relax the normal rules in my post-separation new world.

The socks weren’t crazy enough at the sock stall in the middle of the mall. They weren’t crazy enough in the first $2 shop. They weren’t crazy enough in the second $2 shop. They weren’t crazy enough in the kids’ section of Target. So we headed to the adult section.

As it would happen, because I live that kind of life, someone totally unexpected was also in the adult sock section of Target. And I froze.

Because I’m a tease, I’m not going to tell you who it was.

I only realised who it was within centimetres of sock heaven, far too late to ABORT, ABORT, ABORT … so I blundered on in …

And then I sniffed the air and wondered who the hell had farted, while desperately thinking “Please let it not be one of my children because that REALLY smells.”

Of course – after performing a mini Spanish Inquisition afterwards – it turned out that it WAS one of my children.

The shame. Oh the shame.

As a refresher, these freaky coincidences happen to me All. The. Time.

Fortunately, they usually don’t involve farts.

And I’d really like to know why the universe is toying with me.

Here’s what I wrote last month in a blog called Too Freaking Weird.

OK, my life is officially too freaking weird. I was at the airport on Saturday. No seats at my gate, as usual, so I plonked myself on the floor and unwrapped my sushi roll.

Then my phone rang. I answered it and a friend said: “Did you just walk past me at Gate 55 and sit down on the floor.”

Yep. I was on the same flight as a friend. Totally randomly.

How does this keep happening to me?

If you’ll recall, I had a previous airport coincidental meeting with Husband a couple of months ago. He thought I was stalking him, but it was pure, crazy chance.

The world isn’t supposed to be so small.

Yet mine is. It regularly involves bizarre coincidences like randomly running up the back of school dads’ cars on the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Or mentioning that I’m going to Los Angeles on the weekend for work and a friend goggling and saying “me too!” And subsequently drinking champagne together in a ritzy hotel. And getting a job doing exactly the same thing as my ex’s you-know-what.

Little things like that.

Now I can add the one person I never expected to meet in the Target sock section at 7.30pm on a Thursday night (with a farting child in tow, a startled vole expression on my face and – perhaps worst of all – leggings as pants) to the list.

During a random Google search for a song of the day about coincidences, I came across a blog by a lass called Erin Pavlina. Erin notes:

Have you ever been given a sign by the universe? Have you ever discounted a sign as mere coincidence? How are you supposed to know if an event is a sign from the universe or if it’s just a coincidence?

First, what is a coincidence? From Wikipedia, “Any given set of coincidences may be just a form of synchronicity, that being the experience of events which are causally unrelated, and yet their occurring together carries meaning to the person observing the events. (In order to count as synchronicity, the events should be unlikely to occur together by chance.)”

I’ll bet you’ve been on the receiving end of lots of coincidences in your life. I know I have. But how do you know how seriously to take the coincidence? Are you supposed to act on it like it’s a sign? What is a sign?

A sign is an event or information sent to you by the universe to get you to understand something, take action on something, or become aware of something that could help or hurt you.

Erin also reckons:  “My guides like to communicate with me via license plates.”

I like Erin, she’s fun.

Do you think she’s right? Not about the license plates, the signs vs coincidence bit.

Song of the day: New Order “Bizarre Love Triangle”

 

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4 thoughts on “The coincidences MUST STOP

  1. dad always said ‘there r no coincidences in mathematics… but theres plenty everywhere else to make up for it’…
    its the universe telling u something, & whatever it is will make itself clear to u eventually…
    i really wana know who it was – txt me! lol

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