I made a choice this afternoon to go to the beach, rather than just sun bathe on the trampoline again.
When I got there, I grabbed some chips, and a can of coke. After I had had my fair share of rays, and watching the tide gradually make its way over to me, slowly, but surely, I treated myself to a 99, on my way home.
About 10 minutes later, I came to a crossroads, in my life, as well as a physical crossroads... Something was telling me not to go home. So I went the other way. I chose the unfamiliar, scarier option.
I decided to have one last walk along the beach, then have a drink in The Spinning Wheel.
A local got chatting to me, and we talked about many different topics, including life's coincidences, novels, and inner animals. When I told him mine was a cat, he insisted I was incorrect. I would expect this from a self-indulgent, know-it-all, such as him, however, I felt he made a good point. He insisted that I was in fact a bird. Purely for the reasons that I sit above everything else, and observe what's happening around me. I'm at the top. I only wish to be a cat, because I feel it is far better than the actual thing I really am, when it isn't. Truth be told, I have found myself pretending to be something I am not in the past, because I am afraid that I am not good enough the way I am.
He also commented on my feathered earrings, and owl necklace, so his conclusion of the bird I am was an eagle-owl.
We ended up seeing a live band that played there that evening, called Mercedes.
After he had left, I got chatting to a group who were traveling around for work. Another strange coincidence seeing as that is something I am considering doing myself.
What do you think about coincidences? Are we all connected in some way, or does shit just happen?
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