What Are the Odds

Sometimes I feel like the weirdest things happen to me. It's like my game is a perpetual game of "what are the odds?" Today was a generally weird day to say the least. I wish I could go into detail, but it's probably more one of those "Dear Diary" experiences than something that should end up on the internet. Let's just say that this town is too small. Sometimes I really feel like I'm playing a big game of Hide and Go Seek. It was easier when I was 5 and 'hiding" meant covering my eyes. But people look at you funny when you cover your eyes in public places and pretend not to see them as an adult. Growing up is complicated. And so are small towns.