Signs

In Roman times, augurs famously studied the flight pattern of birds to interpret the will of the gods. These days, if, like me, you are a bit daft and pretty bad at making decisions, you may find yourself looking for signs pretty much everywhere. How often and in what way depends on how daft you are. Me, you can guess.

Some, let's face it, are just plain excuses. 'Hmmm, I almost tripped and fell on the way to the underground station, it is a sign, I should get a cab'; 'this bar of chocolate was left on my desk, with the wrapper half open, I have to eat it'. Some are a matter of coincidence. Like when you are thinking about a guy and his name appears in a book or on television, and then he calls you! Others are just stupidity: 'if you read my birthday backwords you get his second cousin's wedding anniversary: we are meant to be together!'
Oh, get this, somebody's phone just went off and the ring tone was 'Paranoid Android', the title of one of my latest posts. While I was writing another post! OMG, this is cosmic harmony!

You get the gist.
It is basically delegation to the nth degree. A complete surrender of responsibility. 'If you look around hard enough you will find the answers to all your questions'. As well as a desperate search for connections, cause and effect relationships, the reassurance of world order.

Of course, this could lead us to a whole new discussion around fate and free will. And the good old question: does everything happen for a reason?

Does it?