I was working at the circulation desk, as is my way. When a woman came up to the desk to return a book. She was nice and I was in a good mood at the time so I was in a state of mind where I could deal with exchanging pleasantries (this would become harder with Smelly Man whose cologne was so strong that it made me sneeze every time he came near the circ desk).
Suddenly, in the middle of a mundane transaction, the woman looked at me a bit more discerningly and asked me a question out of the blue.
“Are you married yet?”
I responded that I was not. In my head I had planned to add that I was only 24 but then I realized that really I’m at a point where the two (age and marriage-able age) are not mutually exclusive.
The woman nodded. She did not say I should use baked goods to snag a man (as others, including a man, have suggested as a sound strategy). She did not say I was too pretty to be single. She did not, in fact, say anything judgmental.
Instead, she made a prediction.
“You’re going to get married suddenly. You’ll fall in love suddenly, you’ll get married and you’ll have like three kids. You’ll look back on your life and you’ll be amazed at how quickly it changed.”
And. I kind of hope she wasn’t crazy because if it is a real prediction it would be such a pretty story to tell my (like) three kids one day.
I know there are people out there saying this is bunk and the woman was crazy and would have said that to anybody. But I don’t come from a family that dismisses things like this and it makes a person wonder.
Wouldn’t it be nice, sometimes, if the things people predict for themselves (or others) really did come true?