I'm a firm believer in fate, and this is not a recent feeling, but recently this idea was solidified within me and now...I believe full-time. Last night, had I left work one minute later, I would have missed catching my best friend in a lie. Had I left a minute later from work, their light would have turned green as I exited the freeway and I would have had no idea what was going on. The boy who hit her, cursed at her, messed with her head, and cheated on her was in the passenger seat of her car, and half way through my green light, looking over across the street, I saw the look of "ooooooh shit" play across her face. Her mom thought she was hanging out with me all night, and I thought she was with her boyfriend (yep, she's got one). Here's the other thing, I was supposed to be off work at 12am, but was let off an hour and a half earlier (very unusual), but had I been let off at my scheduled time, or even hung around, wiped the counters, gone to the bathroom, picked up a penny, tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, or taken my apron and name tag off, I would have missed them. This is fate my friends.
I notified her family who were the bolded definition above, and i have yet to reply to an "apology" text which I'm so sure is sincere. I baked cookies at 1am, which did wonders, and then I did kick boxing this morning and pretended that the kicking pads were her ex boyfriend's face. That felt good. I don't really know what's going to happen, there was a line crossed and I can't understand why someone as pretty, funny, intelligent, and witty as my best friend would demean herself, disappoint everyone, and give it all up for a guy as cruel and disgusting as the one I caught because of fate. Take that science.
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