Oh I hate it when that happens. I had just written a perfectly acceptable entry and then was just about to add an extra bon mot at the end and suddenly the whole thing disappeared. Half an hour of my life up in metaphorical flames and know I must attempt to recreate what I had written for you. Not having learned my lesson I will not do it in a word document first, but type it straight on to the website. Even though when I just did that my work got burned up by the internet. I am an idiot. What I had written was not brilliant, but I suspect if I try to recreate it, it will be a pale imitation, so maybe I should just write about something else. But maybe I will tell the story better. If you believe that everything happens for a reason, then some higher power has decided that this entry needed rewriting. But what kind of higher power could be concerned with such a mundane and specific thing? And why didn't it intervene for all those other substandard entries that I have cobbled together in the last four years.
I love the arrogance of people who believe that everything happens for a reason. That every insignificant moment of their life is some kind of master plan from some unseen force which is trying to teach them life lessons in probably the weirdest possible way. Every cough, fart and idle thought happens for a reason. And all the bad stuff that happens is there to instruct YOU. Oh don't get me started. I should go back to what I was writing about before. But maybe the force that makes everything happen for a reason, fucked up my computer for the reason that it wanted some acknowledgement for the work it does in making everything happen for a reason.
I am not saying we can't learn from bad experiences. We certainly can, even if we rarely do - note my refusal to make a copy of this blog elsewhere and thus risking the exact same glitch that destroyed my previous entry - a rather amusing account of how a hangover, an unusually placed mirror and the fact that the girl who showed me to my seat at the hairdressers didn't end up washing my hair, led me to believe that I had transmuted into a dowdy middle-aged woman. It sounds good doesn't it. Much better than what I am writing now. But for some reason, but for a reason, that story is now lost to mankind and instead we have this rather banal discussion. This could easily have served as tomorrow's Warming Up as well, which makes all this doubly annoying for me. I've got stuff to do. I shouldn't be wasting my time arsing around on the internet.
Though of course, that is all that I do.
I am going to post this wonderful entry now, before I lose it into the ether. And you can only dwell on what we have lost and what the reasons for that loss may be. Perhaps you will come to the sensible conclusion that everything happens for no reason. Or perhaps you prefer to be comforted by exaggerated notions of your own importance. Though if you look at it another way, everything happening for no reason at least gets you off the hook a bit. You don't have to worry about anything too much. You're not being judged. And ultimately it will all end and be rightly forgotten.
Enjoy your weekend.
