02:11 am: Lost-Replaced-Lost-Found
Okay, it's after 2 in the morning, and I have to be up by 7, so I am going to make this short. I can't sleep, and I am most likely going to drink Nyquil for the third night in a row, just to knock myself out, but before I do that, I just had a crazy realization!
Twice now, I have lost something that I really like, replaced it, then found the original lost item within a few days of losing the replacement item. How crazy is that?
The first time was in Aruba:
I lent Dahra one of my favorite pairs of earings on our first day in Aruba. After trecking all over the various parts of the resort and the surrounding area, we sat down to dinner only to realize that Dahra was no longer wearing two earings, she was wearing one. I wasn't really that upset (mainly because I could never be mad at Dahra) and instead I bought a new pair of earings in Aruba, to soften the loss.
Then, in a freakish turn of events, Two very drunk girls climbed over a locked gate and ran up to a closed and very dark patio at the resort. Laughing, we leaned over the edge to yell down to Susan (and the two not-so-hot guys we flirted with at the pool) and laying there, as if it was waiting to be found, was MY MISSING EARING!!!
Of course, the universe had to right itself, though, and our last night in Aruba (and probably our most drunk night of all...also being the night that I kissed Carlos...twice) we returned to our hotel, after accepting a ride from the creepy dutch former prime minister and his old friend, to find that I was in fact only wearing ONE earing. And I was again back where I started...just out the cost of the new pair of earings.
The second incident just happened at the GSU the other day:
Shortly after returning from Aruba, I misplaced my Liz Clairborn sunglasses. Of course this was at the beinging of the summer, so I was more than a little irritated. Sometime in July, after spending 2 months squinting, I bought myself a new pair of very cute sunglasses. I had used them happily for months, and finally forgotten the loss of the originals, when I accidentally left them in the GSU while skipping my Earth Science class last Thursday. I didn't realize it 'till I was already on Storrow, the 4:00 sun glaring in my eyes, but by then it was too late to go back. They were too cute. I knew for a fact that they would already be gone.
I went directly to my father's house, hoping for a free meal, and in mid-complaint over my loss, I put my hand down on the big, pink chest we have in our living room and what should my hand fall upon? Yes, it was the very same sunglasses I had lost a near 4 months earlier, the pair my new (and now lost) pair of sunglasses was meant to replace.
So now, what does all of this mean? Does it mean that there really is a God? That the universe is always righting itself? That once you think that something is lost, it never truly is? That everything lost is also eventually something found, if not by you, the by someone else? No, none of that! This odd little coincidence means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Nothing except that I am going to have 20 minutes less sleep tonight because I needed to write about this before I go to bed.
Goodnight all! Again, it is Nyquil time.
Oh, and I think that the fact that I prefaced this story with "I am going to make this short" was a dead give-away to the rambling and oh-so-long rant that was to follow. So if you actually read this all the way to the end, I'm sorry. But just think about how long I had to be up staring at the celing contemplating the oddities of my lost items before writing all of this. If you think that YOU are bored, just imagine how all of my other personalities must feel.
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