I love intersections. But no not like the one in this photo, but a point and time in life where two or more things cross and you are aware enough to see it happen.
I have this weird super power where I see them often and it’s normally unsettling but also not something I can show or prove. For example one time I’m setting on the last available seat on the bus and listen to a song I’ve heard many times before. And as soon as the Sho Baraka says “You ain’t Oakland, girl, but I call you my “bae” a person where an Oakland A’s jersey comes to sit besides me. Literally as I was reading the word Sho was saying it.
Of course we call things like this coincidence and I see it as an intersection that takes a ton of stuff to go perfect in order for it to line up.
If I would have (started the album 30 seconds later, sat in a different seat, decided to listen to something else, not but looking up at the time…) and a million other things it would have been off.
And this type of thing happens all the time.
This morning a lot more subtle and too much detail to convincingly explain it happened again. I happened to be in the work kitchen with a guy who I give a hard time about always being happy and smiling, somewhat of a running joke. It’s normal for me to put my food in the fridge as I get tow work but it’s not normal for me to see him there.
As we both look up to the TV we listen to a report which states 47 years old is lowest point of happiness. He smiles at me knowing I’m about to ask him how old he is, and finally though reluctantly says 46.
Once again silly coincidence but to understand the nuance of the relationship just reinforces my love for intersections
