Freakgirl's post yesterday about how all her friends seem to intertwine got me thinking. I know that's not technically synchronicity. Still, despite my scientific and basically atheistic bent, I used to stop and ponder when events like that took place. Despite my better judgment, I used to take those kind of things as signs that I was on the right path. Cosmic reassurance. A hug from the omnipotent. I never REALLY believed it. I tell myself that anyway. I don't think there IS any path, of course. Hello? Free will, yo! Still, this morning when I had to start a new box of oatmeal, a new jar of honey, a new tube of shaving cream (oooh...this stuff is divine! remind me to tell you about it) and a new bottle of Listerine, all before 6AM, I paused again. If I believed in the Fates, they were hitting me on the head with an anvil. Time for new beginnings, bro!
PS Mythic god-wise, I always did prefer the Furies over the Fates. They're just so mischievous!