I don’t think the universe plays with us. I don’t believe things happen for a reason. I think stuff just happens and we do with it what we can. Take from it what we will.

Having said all that, sometimes weird shit happens in life and you can’t help but get a bit gobsmacked. Like recently. I’d lost touch with a very good friend – the type you went through the ‘boy band’ stage with in high school (I was going to marry Matt Goss from Bros), and talked to on the phone (the kind that hung on the wall and had a cord) after school for hours even though you’d been together all day. The type of friend you sat up till  2am with on weekends scaring yourselves silly watching Poltergeist. Okay, I’m showing my age with that but meh, you know what I mean.

She was a bestie.