MabelmeBored

Every time I decide to send an email, or letter, or even text message with the conventional ending
“Love Mabel”,
my brain just wants to follow up with
“p.s. that’s an order!”

Anyone else?? No?

I love this movie :)

EDIT: “this movie” referring to Hackers

You know when you see a reflection of yourself in the corner of your eye, let’s say in a department store, and you think it’s another person?
Do you think it takes identical twins longer to realise they’re looking at themselves?

Do you ever find that things just happen to surface when they become relevant?

I notice this happening often.

Over time I’ve just written it off as a simple matter of awakening. Like when you learn something at school, and then all of a sudden you find that new information arising in everyday life. At first you think it’s a miraculous coincidence! But then you start to think about it some more, and realise you’ve most likely just become more aware.

A heightened level of awareness is basically how I’ve summed up all of those miraculous coincidences.

Then came The Fault in Our Stars. 

The book basically commented and summarised the thoughts and themes of everything I’ve been philosophising as of late, and I find it hard to believe that’s just a matter of heightened awareness. I don’t see how it’s possible that just because I’ve become aware of an array of ideas, that an entire book containing such ideas should fall in my lap.

I am happy to categorise this event as a miraculous coincidence - and a happy one at that.

Still, I am not usually one to cease thought over matters easily, and this matter is no exception.

Assuming that it’s NOT a coincidence, I can consequently assume that it’s part of the teenage girl psyche. The book is written from the point of view of a 16-year-old girl, and while I may not be exactly sixteen, I can still relate on the level as a fellow teenage girl. 

So maybe that’s it. Maybe all teenage girls and simply teenagers alike spend their time thinking about the battle against pre-oblivion.

You know; the point of it all; the importance of remembering vs being remembered; the decision to leave a mark, or be marked; etc.

So there are the two options I can currently conceive that explain the immediate relevance of The Fault in Our Stars.

Either the particular entrance of John Green’s book into my world is a miraculous coincidence - and I do find myself hoping that’s the case for some reason; or I am just suffering from a side effect of teenage girl syndrome - which would explain why I’d prefer the prior option.

Also, in case John Green comes across this, I’d like to add this note for him:

Thank you for continuing to raise the bar that Disney already began raising when I was a child. The bar that marks the standards which the future love of my life must now meet.

That thank you was orignally sarcastic, but now two sentences later I find myself almost genuine.

Thanks a lot.