Perspective is a point of view. And you know that saying, that everything happens for a reason. I have not ever been a believer in that. My belief is that some things just happen. We can’t control everything. We can control how we react to a situation but often the cause of situation is out of our hands. There will be those that argue with me. And that is fine. We are all entitled to our own feelings and beliefs, our own perspective.
There are things that happen in life that make you stand back and question. I shit my pants this weekend. Like in my pants, had an accident. Did that happen for a reason? Yes. Possibly. I suffer from IBS. There was a sudden urge to go. I was out paddle boarding. There wasn’t a bathroom in sight and I wouldn’t be able to get to one if I wanted to. I do not believe an upper power caused me to shit my pants. This did not “happen for a reason” other than I had an accident.
Things that do happen for a reason
But you know what I do think happened for a reason. I met this guy in college. I didn’t give much thought to him in the beginning as I had a boyfriend at the time. This guy and I were friends that were on a judging team together.
There were a handful of boys and a handful of girls on this team and we would travel to contests together. Usually we split up into two different vans. Boy van and girl van, as the boys were disgusting. Their van was a gas bomb going down the road. This guy was the farting ring leader, and proud to be so.
Love happened
Somehow towards the end of our college run we end up together. Yep, myself and the farting ring leader together in love. In time I go home with him and meet his family. They openly fart around each other. Even his sister farts. Like ripping them, no shame kind of farting. It is just what they do. It is not that way in my family. Remember, three girls, mom and dad and I am pretty sure I’ve never heard dad just rip one. Not the case here, not in my family.
So maybe this falling in love with the smelliest boy was something that happened for a reason. And I know, I stated that I don’t buy into that statement. It wouldn’t be clear in our early years together but down the road deeper into our relationship I would be diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome. There would be unbelievable gas and sudden urges to go and he wouldn’t bat an eye. It is almost like I leveled up.
When I called to him across the bay while out paddle boarding this past weekend that I had just shit my pants he waved at me from the distance, calmly said okay, go clean up and come back. Never questioned it, didn’t look at me any different.
Any weekend “accident” stories?
How was your Thanksgiving?
Ever realize how prefect something was years down the road?
