Seriously, something strange is going on. It started a week ago in the Best Buy parking lot. My girlfriend and I play the license plate game. It's a game where you are supposed to call out any out of state plate. She had called out some state, I think it was Arizona. Not wanting to lose, I jokingly called out Kansas. She knew I was joking but as we turned the corner, right in front of us was a Kansas license plate. What are the odds of finding a Kansas State License plate?
While shopping in Brookstone this weekend, I came across a card shuffler with a deck of cards in it. My girlfriend reaches into the deck and pulls out a card. I am about to say something like "10 of clubs" but instead I say, "3 of spades". She looks at me like I'm crazy or something, I think she is joking that I got it right. She proceeds to look at the rest of the deck just to make sure its a real deck, sure enough it was.
Now I can chalk up the license and the cards to random coincidence but the next story is just strange. In an extremely freaky occurrence, I asked her about 3 hours before her GRE if she had read any of the book I recommended, The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. It's about architecture which is what my girlfriend wants to go to school for. I tell her I like to read another book by Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged, before I do something important because it pumps me up. It pumps me up because the book is about celebrating heroes and the greatness of men. Instead of tearing down men who achieve greatness, like our society and the media do, the book celebrates man's ability to achieve. I pointed to how the media took someone like Kobe Bryant, who before his scandal was considered the poster child for what was right with the game, and tore him down for his act of infidelity (which he is amittedly a bastard for doing). They seem to take great pride in blaming him for every little thing from destroying the Lakers to the outbreak of the avian flu even though little had do to with his infidelity. They seem to draw energy in tearing down because he had risen so high.
When she sat down to take the test, the essay question was, "Do you believe our society likes to tear down its heroes?"
I seriously think I need to go buy a lottery ticket.