Destiny

After much careful consideration, I realized that stopping this blog because some people just loooovvvveeee drama is bad journalism.

I haven't spoken with, or seen, Tristan in quite a long while.  I turn 22 this coming Sunday, and in old times a birthday meant movie, flowers, good dinner, maybe some insane idea to go running through the woods... but times change, as do people.  Obviously the Tristan Keller who I once knew is not currently the Tristan Keller who deems it necessary to avoid me, per his therapist's advice (according to him).  Just another change in the winds.

Man, have I changed.  Physically, I mean, with the added benefit of some wisdom and insight that comes with aging (blech).  One day I woke up and decided, I'm going to lose weight.  I found a website that somehow just miraculously inspired me to actually do it, and 3 weeks later I'm minus 16 lbs!  I actually ran 3 miles yesterday, all at once, which impressed my cut-like-marble friend Luke.  He hates running, says he's too lazy and just swims, and I hate running even more.  So the fact that I outdid him in that department only boosted my mood even more!

I remember the visions people had about my destiny.  Tristan has mentioned "the seers", "oracles", or whatever the group of people who have visions that help the Organization before, and my own foresight has been measured and compared to theirs.  But they aren't every single person who has the ability.  Be it God's Will or be it coincidence, most if not all of my friends in high school were seers in one way or another.  And all of them had at least one dream/vision about my future, always the same event, always the same description and outcome, just different symbols per the individual's understanding.

Continuing on this path of physical improvement, especially to the goal I've had for years, means I'm ever nearer to destiny.  They all saw me slimmer, healthier, about 22 years old....  I know there's a chinese restaurant involved, some bitch who thinks she has a right to try to prevent it all from happening, and all in all just a fantastic ending to my lifelong wait.

I'm 22 on Sunday.  I'm dropping weight like crazy.  My own visions, and their repeated emphasis on timelines, are coming to pass.

Almost.  Almost there.