Life is horribly ironic.

Once again, I am shown the might of his power, and how stunningly amazing He is. It is all at once terrifyingly humbling yet wonderfully uplifting at the same time. Ever wondered why there isn't a law that states the opposite of Murphy's Law? 'That whatever can go right, will go right'? That's because it's called the Lord's will. True enough, I have seen how stunningly He does things, and the complexities in His works.

Never thought I'd ever see Andrew again til next year, and was horribly horribly upset and distraught about it. I had psychoed myself to the extent where I either get all ecstatic and melt into a puddle at his feet, or I see him and realise I'm getting over him. Don't ask me how my mind works, I wonder too.
Wasn't supposed to do foh for today's show, but since they rescheduled their run cuz of an accident, I wasn't able to do the original foh date cuz everything was pushed back and I'd have left town by then. So instead I had to do foh today, which I wasn't too keen on, and almost contemplated calling in 'sick'. But my sense of responsibility and duty got the better of me, and I thought 'Hell, just do it Daphne. You said you would, and it's not a reponsible thing to back out at this late and you get to watch the show free anyway.'
So when I got to the building and was about to walk in I saw a figure standing near the door looking at me, but I couldn't see too clearly through the tinted glass. I open the door, walk in, and who do I see but Andrew and Pru, two thirds of our composing bunch for Vinegar Tom. They were doing some concert for their music course too, and apparently they weren't supposed to be there, and only found out an hour before that.
And so it came to pass that I actually did catch a glimpse of Andrew, so much sooner than I'd thought. And I realised that I still have a helluva soft spot for him, but I've reached the stage in my self-psychosis where I believe that things'll never work out between us.

How Amazing Is That?

I was at the stage of hallucinating things.
Walking past Harry's Bar in the city and seeing a small-built dark haired guy talking to some big guy outside it made me wish the small dark haired guy was Andrew and I could act all surprised and strike up conversation with him on how coincidental it was that I'd run into him in the city, or all places, and he give him my number and saying we should catch up some time and he would call me out for coffee or something and we'd share some deep connection.
All this in that split second of walking past the windows of Harry's Bar in some dodgy side lane.

And to think in the same evening the Lord had conjured up some highly complex plan to make me run into Andrew and realise my obsession with him, and that this obsession was not going to end up anywhere.

How Amazing Is That?

Despite all these, I am still the hard-headed fool I am. Chances are I'm meeting my friends tomorrow night, either to go to Lunapark or for a nice dinner along St Kilda. There's a slight chance we might catch the other cast in the show in uni. There's an even smaller chance that we might run into Andrew if we do go catch the show. I'm still hanging onto that thin red thread which keeps disappearing out of sight, and is way far out of reach. But hey, it doesn't hurt to dream does it? We need a break from disillusionment every once in a while. So let me dream on, and let things unfold as they deem fit.