Random "my life is making me feel like a puppet" moment.
My kid and wife were watching football in the other room.'
Poland is playing against Spain.
I don't watch the match with them, because it (censored) "urinates" me off when I start caring too much about bunch of guys kicking a piece of cloth,
like my life and honor depended on this.
And because we usually lose.
(do not forget to add me some nerd points for this)
Suddenly I have a thought "maybe you should go to them" and urge to stand.
So I do, and in a few seconds, in the moment I enter the living room, Poland shoots their first goal in match.
After 53 minutes of play time.
My brain is starting to calculate the odds,
I feel a bit disgusted about how this was... exaggerated and leaves not much space to "just an accident".
Like the reality was shouting "RANDOMIZE THAT, YOU MORON" to me.
Yeah, it could be just an accident, and for now I will assume it was (to dare life to show me I am wrong again and again and again...)
And there are always some triggers (though, impulses) in my mind that are preceding such moments.
And this is more or less why I can't treat reality as something serious anymore.
I mean, I am but a toy, so why should I even care?