Synchronicity
In my Wellington days, I was young and screwed up via Aspergers, but I was young and adventurous also. Drunk, daring. I was staying in a backpackers, broke, working as a dishwasher. I applied to a TV game show – no idea how that was done pre-internet – and was successful. It was called “Face The Music”or something like that.
I drank a bottle of vodka on the train there (maybe just half, but it was all relative to my tolerance at the time), then some wine in the Green Room, and proceeded to be completely hopeless as it revolved around Top 40 music I had never heard of. Out of pure frustration I pushed the buzzer without knowing the answer, just to participate once, and went “yeah, nah”. That might of been the first utterance of that, I’m suddenly thinking.
Anyway, a bit of a disaster, entertained the hostel folks, and that was that.
Except!
An ex who I had unsuccessfully failed to locate for many years, happened to watch that episode, having never watched that show before. She had my parents details, and made contact. We met up. Nothing eventuated but I am still amazed at how she chose to watch that show when I was on it.
Not to forget the woman I met who I used to purposefully watch deliver mail in a bikini top (when I was a teen) every morning, and someone who lived in a house I knew so well I could describe every room perfectly. Both got creeped out…