The Universe and Me

I’ve been staring at this blank blog screen for a while determined to come up with some flashback Friday blog. But as luck would have it, my memory is escaping me and I can’t think of anything from the past. As far back as I can go right now is to yesterday. Which was an interesting day. Flea market guy came down with the flu, which I have been exposed to because I had my tongue in his mouth the day before. So I took a couple flu bombs yesterday and I’m getting ready to make a couple today. Flu bombs are little shots of hippie juju (ginger, garlic, honey, lemon, cayenne) that help fight viruses. So far it seems to be working. I feel fine. Flea market guy…not so much.

So yesterday, I went to Kroger to grab him some soup and ginger ale. I know what you’re thinking…”Angie, you’ve known the guy for less than a week. You give too much too soon. blah, blah, blah.” I don’t really care if I’ve known him a week or a day. If I would do it a year from now, why can’t I do it today? I think dating is too full of games. Sure, my natural propensity to just be the loving, caring, giving person I am all the time has come back to bite me a time or ten, but you can’t let other people’s ungrateful actions make you a dick. So, as you all know, I basically just do whatever I want. So if that means calling someone before the “recommended dating time” to call or taking someone soup that I’ve only known for five days, then that’s what I’m going to do.

So, getting back on track, I went to Kroger to get some provisions. I always use self check out because there is a 100% chance that the voice talking to you is going to be pleasant (not that it matters because I mute her). I scan my items, put my card in, hit the cash back button, hit $60, grab my stuff, and go to flea market guy’s apartment. I really need to change his name to something more endearing. He’s so much more than just flea market guy, but I’ll get to it eventually. Maybe I can use his real name soon. So I get to his apartment. Yes, I am aware that I exposed myself to the flu a second time, but it’s cool. We sit and chat for a while on the couch. I rub his feverish head. Then I leave to go get Mel from a basketball game at school. Go home. Meditate. Go to bed. Wake up. Shower. Take Mel to school. Go to the Pilot to get a coffee. Reach into my purse to grab one of the twenties from yesterday. And it’s not there.

There was actually no money in my purse at all. So I tried to think maybe I put it in my jeans pocket. But I didn’t. So I pretty much threw my hands up and said, “well, hopefully somebody used it for diapers instead of meth.” It’s not that I don’t need the $60. It’s not even like it won’t hurt me to lose it. Hell, that’s dog food for 2 weeks. But I was super calm about it. I mean, after all, it was already gone. What good would it be to beat myself up over it. It was gone, right?

So I waited for customer service at Kroger to open so I could give them a call. I already knew the answer was no, but I called anyway. And much to my surprise, somebody had turned in the $60. I didn’t lose it after all. I use signs like that as a guage for whether I’m on the right track or not. My perspective is something like: if good things happen to you, then you are around the right people and doing the right thing. If bad things are always happening to you, then you are around the wrong people, doing the wrong things, and you need to make some changes.

So, it seems the universe thinks I’m on the right path in life and hopefully in love. But time will tell with both.

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