life is like a game of broken telephone
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Earlier this week I read a blog post entitled Feeling Philosophical. In the entry, the author mentioned that everything happens for a reason.
Everything happens for a reason.
I hear people say that a lot. Hell, I’ve even said it once or twice. But does everything happen for a reason, really?
In my opinion, the answer is yes and no.
Let me explain. Yes, of course, everything happens for a reason, as in, the resulting consequence of a previous action. Does everything happen for a grand purpose to ensure you fulfill your true destiny, though? Nope, I don’t think so.
Before everyone’s fingers start flying over the keyboards to blast me for not believing in a higher purpose or F-A-T-E, let me explain further.
I think fate is complete bullshit.
There, feel better? No? Okay then, I will concede a little. Maybe our lives do start out with a master plan that involves an individual or collective purpose. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you look at it), life is like a game of broken telephone. As an example, let’s say my initial agenda was to be the inventor of Viagra. Somewhere along the lines, though, something went terribly askew. I think it happened when I chose bikini Barbie over Doctor Barbie because she looked so damned hot in that pink fluorescent two-piece. My mom saw me drooling over Barbie and thought she had it all wrong. She dressed me up for Halloween in a princess gown and tiara instead of that smock and stethoscope she had her eye on. Whew, she dodged a bullet there. After wearing this frilly costume, I decided I liked being a princess and it became my new thing. I gave up my nerdy obsessions and tomboy habits. I even chose to finally accept that invite to play Cabbage Patch Kids in Carrie’s playhouse with the popular girls instead of joining the afterschool science program.
One thing led to another; we fast forward twenty five years and, thanks to the broken telephone syndrome, I am not a filthy stinking rich boner doctor. Instead I am a middle class erotica writer. Come to think of it, I guess that in this scenario I did kind of fulfill my destiny. I mean, either way, I am successfully stimulating the sex drives of people worldwide. Maybe there is something to this fate thing, after all…
Thank you to DC McMillen for reminding us how fragile the balance of life is, and why I’m really glad my mom swapped out that toy tractor for a Barbie doll when I was three.
Until the next time…I’ll be watching for Daywalker contest entries to start flooding in (are you playing?)