How come I was the guy who had to stay in Atlanta because of an overbooked flight and all the other passengers were good to go. I was one of only five (as far as I know) that could not get on board. How come I couldn't, even though I had my ticket since May? I was surely not the last guy that bought his ticket.
The thing is that any other time I could have cared less. But this time was the first time I came home for Christmas and it was the only time my parents will be having a combined 50th birthday anniversary party. This time seemed to be important, but 'a higher force' didn't want me to go - so it seemed. Call it destiny, bad luck, god, giant spaghetti monster or whatever. It just didn't seem to be fair. Obviously life is not fair. But why me? It is just another little thing that bothers me. The fact that I got tricked to go to a Baptist University and that always when I travel I share a room with an extremist Mormon seem to add up to a huge complot. Silly I know, but it seems as if some 'divine' power tries to make fun of me - or even punish me. Am I that bad of a person? I am just thinking out loud, since life keeps staying a pain in the ass, wouldn't it be easier to just believe in god, in order to get out of that mess. Just like that guy on my swim team who answered on my question whether he will go to hell with the following answer: "Oh, I am going to heaven, I believe in Jesus." I think I could make myself believe in something, if that gives me a free ticket to an 'easier', or even eternal life - why not. I mean, where is the catch? It seems almost too easy to be true. Who gives things for free in this capitalistic, corrupted world, where everything is overpriced and never for free. The time will come where we will be charged for the air we breathe. After we polluted the earth so badly that air got so scarce we'll have to pay for it.
I understand why people would want to believe in something bigger than life. Something that is responsible for the way earth turns. It makes life easier and blinds us from the real world. It gives you a purpose and a meaning. I am not sure if I really want meaning and purpose in my life. Do I really need to know why I couldn't go to my parents' anniversary? Did it have a purpose, a meaning, or a secret message from somebody? Maybe it did, I don't know. I don't want to know. It just happened to be this way. Shit happens, life goes on.







