Dear Fate,

You’re a bit of a bitch, has anyone told you that?

Sure, sometimes you intervene and ensure that planets align so that us mere mortals can happen upon an ice cream truck at the exact moment that we are craving ice cream but that’s like, what? Once every 12 years? ….If we’re so lucky.

But when it comes to times when you could interfere and truly make a difference, it’s as if you wimp out.

Is that it?

Does the pressure get to you?

Well just imagine it on our end!

Oh, you say, My power is to great, you say, and if I meddle too much mortals won’t know how to make things happen on their own!

Yeah, I’m really feeling for you right now…

I’d kill for your powers.

For the ability to make everything work out perfectly.  To walk through the turnstiles just as the doors open to an empty subway car that doesn’t smell like vomit….To learn that the boy you love returns the feeling without all the bullshit that’s involved in this texting-driven, relationship-fearing, age we live in…To find one last container of guacamole at Whole Foods and no line in the 10 items or less check out…

You have control over our world.

So stop being such a bitch and throw us a bone once in a while, alright?

I’m sorry I had to be so harsh but sometimes someone has to step in and take control of You, right?

Buck up,