Sometimes I just can’t understand what the universe is trying to tell me

I have to tell you that I started writing about this earlier in the morning, say around 10 a.m. But then I grew frustrated and quit. However after spending the night at Grumpy’s with The Writers and then coming home to a time-capsule bomb, I had to persevere.

Today is Sylvia Plath’s birthday. Probably, the most famous literary suicide victim. It struck me that today was her birthday and seemed an oddly fitting way to bring my recent musings and readings about suicide to an end. I mean, it’s all just really odd coincidence isn’t it?

Then tonight over tator tots my friend who is defying a nickname at the moment started talking about how she has become obsessed with the idea of nostalgia and how it’s longing for something that never was, a longing to go back to a fantasy. I told her how I had just written a bit about being nostalgic and that AC, an I Will Dare reader, had some interesting things to say about it. Again, just weird timing. Right?

So when I got home tonight to find not one but two e-mails from people I knew back in 1994 (the very time my I was being nostalgic about) my head popped off. Seriously? How weird is that. I am not even sure if these two people even know each other. One was reading the ‘Mats book, I think the other was trolling Facebook.

Seriously folks, how much synchronicity can one person brush off? And, more importantly, what does it all mean?

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5 Comments

  1. Doug 28.Oct.08 at 2:21 am

    Hmm, Jodi–what do you think it means?

    Start with your childhood…

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  2. Shokkou 28.Oct.08 at 8:50 am

    Why would any one WANT to brush off synchronicity? It’s the Universal Minds way of letting you know you’re in tune with the Cosmos. Hang ten on the cosmic wave baybeeeeee!

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  3. Tam 28.Oct.08 at 9:12 pm

    The Sylvia Plath connection kind of threw me for a loop, too…

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  4. AC 28.Oct.08 at 10:29 pm

    The other thing about the nostalgia that I have been experiencing the past few years is that while the past is looked at through all these years, it is certainly not returning to a fantasy world. Not a happy fantasy world, anyway.

    I’ve gotten stuck in memories sparked much from The Hold Steady (esp. Sep. Sunday) and books like Sabotage Cafe. Lots of pretty dangerous stuff happened in my childhood/adolescence, and that’s more of what I am experiencing in my “nostalgia.”

    It’s also not a very healty thing to listen to Seperation Sunday over and over for 8 hours while painting.

    Here’s Craig Finn’s contribution to this discussion:
    she got screwed up by religion. she got screwed by soccer players. she got high for the first time in the camps down by the banks of the mississippi river. lord to be seventeen forever. she got confused about the truth. she came to in a confession. she got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river. lord to be 33 forever. she got screwed up by her vision. it was scary when she saw him. she didn’t tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the mississippi river. lord to be seventeen forever. she got strung out the scene. she got scared when it got druggy. the way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the parties. lord to be 33 forever.

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  5. Max 29.Oct.08 at 10:23 am

    “I’m romantic in the sense Camus was romantic – I feel a nostalgia for what cannot be.” – Monte Hellman

    Howdy, found this blog with a Google alert for blogs about Synchronicity, which I’ve been fascinated by ever since the ‘teapot tale’ in my website link … and OMGWTF we’re both Minnesotans! WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEEAAAAAAN?

    😉

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