That would be synchronicity like in the Carl Jung idea of an acausal principle that links events having a similar meaning by their coincidence in time, not the Police album of the same name, although who can ever get enough of “Every Breath You Take”? I, for one, cannot.
Anywho, I suspect you’re going to think I’m making this up, but I swear it’s the absolute truth: I’m starting to wonder if perhaps the blog is some kind of supernatural gravitational field. Admittedly, that sounds kind of stupid, but if you’ve seen The Matrix (and if you haven’t, go rent it now, assuming you’re not still in your primitive state and know how to rent stuff. Moreover, while I’m giving you advice, let me add: don’t bother with the sequel and the third one.) To restate, in Matrix terms, maybe this proposition makes more sense than you’re giving me credit for?
But you can’t judge until I lay it on you. So here goes: about five and a half years ago I left a job and a team of employees to take a more independent position at a company that wasn’t run by Nazis. Or so I thought. Aren’t they all – at the end of the day – run by Nazis? The new company maybe wasn’t quite as Nazi-ish as the one I left, more like Stalinist, but I did end up with a horrible, she-devil bitch of a boss – hateful shrew ***grumbles to self at mere memory*** – who was wildly insecure and not afraid to use it as a weapon. Let’s just say she took the passive out of passive aggressive.
She was a f*cking nightmare. Case in point, she hired one other woman who actually ended up doing time in a psychiatric ward after just a couple months on the job. Swear on my life. And I still know this woman – and owe her a email. Sorry, L, if you’re reading this. I just reminded myself that I heard from you about a month ago and didn’t get back to you yet. I will! Soon! Promise! And not just promises, promises… Anyway, I know the person driven off the edge by that evil witch boss, and she’s a good people and not otherwise unstable or prone to institutionalization.
Wow. Pardon me while I experience some PTSD. That lady really was incredibly out of control. So much so, that I went to HR and her boss and eventually even her peers and a number of failed recourses to try to get her removed from management. It did eventually happen, but I was long gone by then. Maybe someday I’ll write a post for you about the labyrinth of maneuvers I used to employ to avoid the Satanista and her ruthless mind games. Sufficed to say, I am the Houdini of politely avoiding trouble.
Anyway, at the time I left said position at the bank to go and slave under the Princess of Darkness, I had about a dozen people working for me directly or indirectly. I still communicate with some of them, but as life goes, a few got lost in the shuffle along the way. Cut to last week and the following (paraphrased a little to protect the innocent) in my inbox:
Hey Vanessa! I really love your site and blogs. You truly have a knack for this stuff, but that doesn’t surprise me. I stumbled on your site while searching for the meaning of life on my iPad . I hope you keep it up because it’s a really good read. I left XXX by mutual agreement long ago. I can be honest now- I hated that job and I hated being there. There was a little hope when you left because you were a little visionary, but they didn’t appreciate you.
Yes. It’s true. Someone I used to know.
Randomly found me again.
Via the blog.
While searching the internet for “the meaning of life.”
The kicker is, this isn’t the first time someone has told me they’ve found the blog by searching “what is the meaning of life,” although this is the first time I’d known the person beforehand (so at least they were adequately forewarned that I have no such answers. I’m willing to take a guess, but that’s not really the same thing as knowing. Really. It’s not.)
Back to the point: WE’VE RECONNECTED BECAUSE SHE WAS SEARCHING THE WEB FOR ‘WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE’ AND FOUND MY BLOG.
Does that not blow your mind?
It blows mine.
Obviously there’s some strange force at work here, although the truly important part of the enigma – the “why” – eludes me. However, I guess some things just can’t be intellectually understood. So whether it’s simple coincidence (yeah, right) or synchronicity or something more, I’ll take it.
In fact, if the universe sees fit to send me some more mind-blowing coincidences or even just a mix tape with “Every Breath You Take” on it and maybe some Jay-Z, I’m game.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” -Albert Einstein