Percentages

First of all thanks go to everybody who called, emailed, texted or found another way of getting through. But why the sudden concern? Hey guys and gals, sometimes I just go down memory lane, it doesn't mean that the past has suddenly found its way to the present. There is a 99.9% chance of that happening, and I really never think about the 0.01% chance. I'm fine, it's just that perhaps I think a lot, seeing that I talk to the cats a lot, to the dogs a lot, to myself a lot, and to the Mister a lot. Does he understand? Yes, in his own way he does, as all of you do, in your own way. Experience is something best kept in a drawer, locked away without the possibility of ever finding the key. A lot of you (and that includes the Mister) have never experienced, and hopefully will never go through the same thing. It's not good. There is also a 99.9% chance of it happening to anybody anyhow, you see how lucky, I once bagged the 0.01% chance. Amazing. And although I will forever ask the dangerous 'why me?', now that it's all over, I'm not glad it had to be me but then we do not get to choose everything. Life doesn't work as if you're peering down through a very shiny glass top underneath which are diamonds of every size, with your only effort being choosing the one which tickles your fancy. Perhaps God doesn't give us more than what we can handle, although sometimes I wish He didn't trust me so much. I have bumped into too many wrong people I guess, I cannot go down the road of... it's my fault for actually bumping into the wrong people. The percentage is once again, very small, but a percentage nonetheless. There is also a very tiny percentage chance of me winning the lottery, but of course then I don't bag those kind of percentages. What's a girl to do? Nothing except accept it and move on. And although it seems I must have been a good tear-jerker during yesterday's last entry, I cry no more now and I don't need my mirror often, except to improve on what is already beautiful! Oh dear I have really moved on, perhaps too much, but I deserve it anyway. What is strange now is that a lot of people showed so much concern because of yesterday's entry. And as a ratio, the percentage showing concern in the past was perhaps a 1% counting the ones doing it because of sheer curiosity, to know if it was true, and from then forth exterminating themselves from my life. Perhaps a small percentage was my fault too, I was apprehensive and almost felt guilty and made myself a 100% sure that they wouldn't want to know. What was also a 100% certain was that no matter how hard I tried, I got a resounding 0% of understanding, until it got too tiring and I gave up completely.

But that's over now. I am so back it's amazing. A 100% back.