The synchronicity of life is strange. One of the worst people I have ever known was a guy who I dated briefly in high school. After he dropped out of school, I lost track of him, and pretty much assumed he was dead of a drug overdose or std. I guess that sounds pretty dramatic, but keep in mind, I was a teenager when I came up with this theory, and to be fair, he was a really skeezy guy. When I taught high school, I would hear my students talk about the boys they met at the mall or around town, or the guys they were 'talking to' and just pray they would not end up encountering anyone like him.

But thanks to the advent of social media, a couple of years ago, I found out that he was not, indeed, dead, but married, and writing for a oil magazine in Houston. Also, his wife had given birth to a baby a couple of months before I happened to look him up.

And this brings us to the synchronicity.
Sadly, there are more awful people in the world than one would hope, and I now have the sickening misfortune of knowing yet another disgusting example of humankind. I've known for a while that this more recent douchebag had a child on the way, and now I've just found out that he has found a new job writing for an oil magazine. What is the likelihood that a coincidence of this magnitude exists? And what does it all mean?

One of the saddest, most debilitating feelings in the world is to witness a series of occurrences and decisions that will inevitably lead to disaster, and not being able to do anything prevent it. It's like watching a train wreck happen over a period of years--if you look away and distract yourself, you can almost forget it's happening. But the instant you get a free minute, the feeling of dread returns, and you remember that there's people dying, lives being ruined just a few feet away.