After Jay left this evening, I was in a pretty blah mood. I was thinking about chatting with Mello, but then Dave mentioned that he was going to this service Mom had helped organize for sexual assault victims that I had completely put out of my mind, because I thought that it would have nothing to do with me (completely irrelevant, not my religion, etc.). He said he was going because it was Mom's thing and he wanted to support her, so, completely guilted, I agreed to go along. It turned out to be really cool after all, and not irrelevant after all (I had been emotionally abused by exes); they didn't even harp the Christian angle too much and when they did mention "God" I just mentally changed it to "Goddess." A lot of it I could work with because it reminded me of pagan rituals and/or ways of casting spells (lighting candles, burning pieces of paper on which we had written our "hurts") so it wasn't the disaster I had thought it would be. I also ran into Toni, a girl I went to high school with; I didn't even recognize her until I apologized for being terrible with names and asked hers. She was at least a few years ahead of me, but I remembered her once she told me her name. I sent her an invite to friend me on Myspace- all that's left to do is wait for her response. It was kinda weird, like Goddess meant for me to run into her. We were standing in line for some little refreshments like brownies and fruit and stuff when I just thought that this woman looked interesting and struck up a convo with her. We talked about our various problems, like her multiple brain surgeries and my Asperger's Syndrome, and I even found out that she had worked where I do but she was there before it moved to its current location- talk about coincidences! Anyhoo, maybe I made a friend- who knows? I don't think anything happens "by accident,"; I think there's a reason behind everything, whether you think the guiding force is Fate, God, the Goddess, or what have you.