Do You Believe in Fate?
Before I begin, I just want to say, if you're feeling down and just need someone to talk to, feel free to message me on Instagram (@myrevivalblog). I'd love to hear your story and see if I can help.
Fate is a crazy thing. Some don’t believe in it and think those who do, should get out of their little perfect bubble and wake up in the real world. Then there’s people like me who only believe in it when it plays in our favour. One night a couple weeks ago, was one of those nights that had me believing again. A boring, crappy night turned into an amazing experience. I don’t want to blow this out of proportion though. It wasn’t a “magical” night where I was walking down the street and fell into the arms of the love of my life, like in the movies, but it was still a night to remember.
Fate is a crazy thing. Some don’t believe in it and think those who do, should get out of their little perfect bubble and wake up in the real world. Then there’s people like me who only believe in it when it plays in our favour. One night a couple weeks ago, was one of those nights that had me believing again. A boring, crappy night turned into an amazing experience. I don’t want to blow this out of proportion though. It wasn’t a “magical” night where I was walking down the street and fell into the arms of the love of my life, like in the movies, but it was still a night to remember.
So here's the story... It was my office’s Christmas
party. Basically, the night ended up being a dud. I was going to go home, it
was around 11PM, but something was holding me back. I didn’t want to go home. I
had gotten all dressed up, which I never get to do anymore, living in the
suburbs and wanted to make that time spent getting ready, worth it. So a couple of my coworkers were
heading downtown to a bar and I tagged along. At first, I hesitated because I would’ve been the only girl but as soon as I stepped up, my other
female coworkers also decided to join. I didn't know where the night was going, but I was honestly just hoping for the best.
We head downtown, and one coworker was
leading us to the bar he suggested for the night. We get there, he manages to
get us passed the line-up outside, uttering who-knows-what to the bouncer. We’re
in, well not yet. He proceeds to talking to some fancier dressed guy with a
walkie-talkie, which is when I realize this is the real shit. Wherever we are, this is not childs play, so I act all pretentious with my nose up in the air like I belong
there.Then the
walkie-talkie guy lets us in, we go up the elevator to the 16th
floor and there we are.
If you’re in your 20s then you may know
the Tompson Hotel in Toronto.We were at their Rooftop Lounge + Bar. Needless to say, it
was a gorgeous place thanks to the amazing view of the city. Breathtaking. The fact that the place was pretentious also eliminated the number of creeps roaming around which was reassuring, unlike every other club in the city at 12AM. So I knew nothing out of hand would happen tonight that could put me in an uncomfortable situation. I was basically in a
boujee club of millennial professionals. I mean, for my taste it was missing some raunchy dancing, but thinking back, I'm glad it was a tamed atmosphere. It was pretty much my type of place. I would most definitely go out every
weekend if it were to places like this...and if I had unlimited funds. The details of how we got
in, I won’t share, just know that good friends are hard to come by,
trust me, and I’m lucky enough to work with some great ones.
We had a great night, had a couple drinks,
talked about anything and everything, but mostly how boujee we felt and enjoyed
the experience. The night ended like most do in the city, at around 2AM when they
stop serving alcohol, so we left. We walked down the streets , until
we got to King/Portland, split off into two Ubers, and made our long way back
home. For timeline’s sake, I got home at 3:30AM. The Uber ride was also one to remember, but we won’t recount the many times we could’ve died, to
say the least.
I’m retelling this, both for my sake as
sort of a journal entry, but mostly to talk about fate. If some of you know me
personally, you know I’ve struggled with surrounding myself with people that ultimately don't reciprocate my values in a friendship. I am not here to say that from this night on these coworkers are going to be friends for life, but there were a couple that I could definitely see a great
friendship beginning. The chemistry with some of them, and the effortless
conversation was something you hope to find in a friend. People who you don’t have to be
worried about excluding you from group activities, starting drama, or judging your appearance. People who are genuinely kind,
funny and are happy to be around. In my case, I look for people that I could get flat out drunk
around and not feel judged, knowing if anything were to happen I would be taken care of. It's people like those that have been hard to come by. The toxic people that I've already gotten out of my life, started off on the surface as being genuine. As time went on, that faded and it took me too long to notice the signs and actually do something about it. Eventually I did, but I waited too long. To the point where letting them go became a year long mental process, which was definitely not healthy but I got out on the other side happier than ever. I'm not trying to say that these coworkers have broken the barriers, or that I don't have any friends that I can count on because I definitely do. But these people have restored my faith that there are genuinely good people out there that I just haven't met yet and I shouldn't be skeptical of every new friend I meet. Remembering that every best friend I have today was once a stranger is crucial. People will always come and go, but it's all about not lingering on those who leave and focusing on those who've chosen to stay.
I hope this help...
xoxo
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