And then.

I realized that I never finished the thought to which I actually made the title of my last blog. The coincidences part. Here's where I feel like I'm trapped inside this habit of connecting everything. I feel like people I meet and characters I read about all become a part of me.

Basically, I found myself walking and reading on my way home today. And the main character of the book was the type who would do just that. I don't believe in coincidences, I believe in cause and effect.

Then of course, there's the fact that I decided I really wanted to move to London because of the culture and the style and all. Then I become addicted to British musicians and television shows. Then we watch SiCKO in economics. I don't believe this is a coincidence either - it something bigger.

And no, I'm not talking about God. I'm agnostic, for future reference/concern/etc.

I still haven't mentioned this blog to my friends. Maybe I'm afraid that they'll actually read it, maybe I'm afraid that they won't.