The fact that it seems impossible that I was even conceived and yet now I’m here.
My parents are different races, different religions, grew up on the other side of the world from each other in tiny villages, are each other’s second marriage and didn’t want kids, I’m only here cos a condom broke... it all seems so fragile.
If my Dad hadn’t seen the poster recruiting for staff in the UK, if my Mum’s first marriage had worked out, if they hadn’t both moved to the exact same city and applied to the exact same place of work, if the condom hadn’t broke etc...
It all just seems so impossible and weird that it all happened.
My friends are married to each other, very happily and were explaining last night how they came to be an item. There were so many mixed signals and crossed wires and it so easily couldn’t have happened. She nearly didn’t show up the night they met, she thought she’d overheard that he was married so when he (who had VERY little confidence) first tried to kiss her she slapped him across the face and told him he was disgusting, there were huge family issues to overcome. It all just seems so random.
And in my own case, I had a missed opportunity in love because of something that happened to him just a month previous to us meeting. If that one thing, on the other side of the world hadn’t have happened to him, we might have made new humans by now. That will now never exist. It all blows my mind.