Isn't it fascinating?
I believe it's called The String Theory. A theory basically explaining our "small world".
An ex best friend I use to sit next to in class. To clear things up, this is before we knew eachother and how we'd become mates. So one day he never showed up to college, but I'd had his YouTube channel tag thrown at me in a paper airplane weeks prior, so naturally I found it, He was live, we'd chat, it develops etc. It all started purely cos I noticed he wasn't in one day, and wanted to check he was okay. Months next to eachother not talking or knowing. And then when it was time, a friendship started.
A current best friend. Similar thing. We talked, we knew eachother through one of my other mates. Nothing special though really. They break up, my ex best mate had cut me off. So I message her one day to play games and BOOM. Becomes a very important person in my life, a house I run to when life's too overwhelming and my head is loud.
My own boyfriend even. I recently found out one of his mates dad's, is best friends with one of my mates dad's, and I found this through Facebook. Meaning technically I've been only one or two mutual friend requests from discovering my boyfriend, for easily the past decade if not longer. That's wild.
You truly don't know whose round the corner. That door you didn't open, the route you chose to take to work instead of another, the regular pub you frequent but don't chat up the patrons. Someone meaningful could of been a background character of your life already for years if not decades. Stuff like this fascinates my autistic mind. And I mention this as I do believe it's relevant. I would say this is a special interest of mine. Breaking down the structure of life and how our world works, I love it.
This ex best friend of mine right, we actually managed to figure out that we had visited the NEC (a UK convention centre) one year on the same day, yearsssss before knowing eachother. I could of easily walked by him for all I know.
Same again with my partner. I've visited his work a fair few times since he's worked there. He's potentially served me and my dad, or at the very least packed our goods- before having any clue who we were or what I'd one day be to him. hehe.
This is one of those concepts that always swings back around on the turntable of my mind. I must think about this atleast once a week to some capacity. Poking through my memories to see if I can pick out the now known faces in a previously scouted crowd. Alas, the VHS can only rewind so far.
But, on the topic of my ex best friend. Would I have cut the cord if I had only knew? I'm not sure. The "string" as we call, is very strong, powerful. I'm not sure I could cut it. They call it a string however I'd argue it's more of a steel cable. More importantly this force stealthily plays the long game, and be it for a reason or a season, everyone it leads our way has some purpose to our life. This doesn't mean they'll be a part of it forever... He, was not.
I'm not sure I can cut a string so fine but powerful with meer human tools. One can't simply unravel the universe like a Christmas present.
Well, I don't really have a closing statement or anything fancy to close this out so, um. Thanks for reading my lexicon dribble. My "TED talk" if you like.
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