You know I don’t believe fate is very hard at work in any of our lives. However, if you believe everything happens for a reason, you’ll understand that it was only because the guy I’d been seeing decided he didn’t want to see me anymore that I ended up eating Nerds rope and watching Sharknado last night.
And it did sort of feel fate-like. Or, really, destiny-like.
Because with every ridiculous line of dialogue, with every absurd scene, with every outrageous blasting of a shark, I felt a kind of joy that probably nothing else could have brought at that time. Instead of feeling sorry for myself for having certain flaws I can’t seem to get under control, and mourning the possibility of a relationship that never had a chance to get going, and worrying about dying alone, I just laughed at these sharks and the people fighting them off.
It was exactly what I needed.
I know this because today when I woke up, I simply felt glad to have met the guy, which is a realization that typically takes longer to sink in as I wallow in self-pity over the latest break-up. The sharks must have helped the acceptance seep into my brain sooner.
I don’t want to be dumped again (which of course can only be ensured if I just stop dating, which doesn’t sound like the worst option in the world right now), but the next time I am, I can only hope Sharknado 2 is out on Netflix by then.