17 Oct 2016, 12:50 pm
I always love coincidences but sometimes they suck because they can sure look bad.
I remember when I was in 5th or 6th grade, I was going to my appointment to see my psychologist and we are listening to a radio station. They play a Safeway ad and my brother looks out the window and we are going by Safeway and he goes "There's Safeway and it's on the radio" and my mom said "What a coincidence."
I remember when I was in 6th grade, we were at the Pittock Mansion and we were in the teahouse eating and then I started to talk about the old phone in the room and just as I started to talk, everyone in the room stopped talking and I thought I was talking too loud or something or did something wrong but my Dad told me everyone had just taken a pause in their sentence.
On Aspiesforfreedom (now defunct) I got into a online drama with another user I forget what about and this would happen every evening and someone on the forum told me how interesting it is how I "wait" for the mods to go to bed before I start. This was the third night in the row when another drama started between me and another person (I think the same person) and I didn't even notice the pattern and I wasn't intentionally waiting for the mods to go to bed, it just happened when a drama would start on the forum late at night. This coincidence I hated because I don't like getting falsely accused of anything.
I don't know if this counts as a coincidence or not or just luck but when I was about 19 years old, we were all in Missoula and then we left and it was snowy and icy out. My brother had to go to the bathroom and I got annoyed with it because he didn't go at the store we were last at so we stop at the truck stop that is out of town. We all go and go potty and get some treats and then we leave. But about twenty minutes down the road, we see a big accident and we saw the gas truck we were right behind before we stopped had slid and tipped and other cars had crashed that were behind it and I felt so happy that my brother had to go to the bathroom or we would have been in that accident. What good timing for us.
My uncle met a woman and married her, my dad met my mother a few years later in 1979 and she had the same first and middle name as my dad's sister in law and then they married and now there are both people in our family with the same first, middle, and last name. Also they both grew up in the same state.
When I was 18, I was at the mall in Missoula and I ran into my old neighbor there who we lived next door to in Washington. She and her husband and their children were just there for a visit seeing her sister for the holiday and her mother was with her.
My parents went to some expo thing a couple years ago and they also ran into our old neighbors in Washington but not the same ones of course.
When I was 14, we went to Spokane for Christmas shopping and because my mom had a coupon from work to stay at some hotel in downtown and we ran into one of my brother's teachers at the mall there.
I don't know if this also counts as a coincidence but a year ago, my brother had his son's birthday party at the bowling alley and my dad used my car because of the car seats and right when he got there and parked it, the clutch wire broke so he was unable to drive it. I told my dad the next day when we came to get my car that it was a good thing this happened after he parked the car because just imagine if this happened on the road?
Also when I write my stories, I have kept noticing coincidences between my stories and real life thanks to one of my online friends. Either it's subconsciousness or it's all unintentional.
I don't know if this was a coincidence but it was sure bad timing. I was in 4th grade and I was at track practice with my school and this boy from my class is throwing a ball around and he throws it far but it goes over the bleachers where there are middle schoolers practicing a cheer leading dance on the track and the ball flies at them and lands right on them and I happened to be walking by the bleachers while the boy is standing away from them towards the junior high. The music stops abruptly they had on and they stop dancing and break up and they are all giving me dirty looks and the boy is yelling "sorry" at them but they still give me dirty looks. I kept saying it wasn't me and the boy kept yelling "sorry" but I don't think they believed either of us because they didn't go "okay" and move on.
When I was in second grade I was at recess and I happened to be standing right by a boy behind my class and he was bending down when a basketball landed on his back and he looks up and turns around and see me and goes "Stupid." I told him it wasn't me but he didn't believe me because he was still yelling at me. No one stepped forward to say it was them and it was their ball and sorry about that.
I don't know if this was also a coincidence or bad timing but when I was seven. We were going back to school from a field trip and this boy from my class who is sitting in front of me decides to drop his lollipop wrapper out the window. Next thing I know, the classroom aide is yelling at me and I have no idea why she is yelling at me. She says I threw that wrapper out the window and I said it was Timmy that did it so she asks him if he did it and he goes "no." So I was in trouble and even my teacher thinks I did it because the aide told her I did when she asked what I did wrong. Of course the kid must have felt so bad he got me into trouble because he told the aide he was the one who put that wrapper out the window and the aide didn't even apologize nor my teacher for not believing me. 
They were like "okay" and acted like it was no big deal. No amends were made. I was still mad about the whole thing, never at the kid, only at the teachers mostly the aide. No wonder i had no respect for the aide because I can remember wrecking her desk and pushing stuff off her desk whenever she wasn't around. That was how mad I was and I didn't care if I would be made to go back to class and clean it up while the aide would give me a lecture about how too old I am to be doing this and only little kids did it. If she would have apologized, then there would have been no problem with me.
I was going back to class that same year with the other class. We are walking by a classroom so I open the door and close and open it again and close it and run back in my spot. The door opens and Mrs. W comes out and she goes "Excuse me, Russell come here" and the boy is saying "it's wasn't me, it was her" but she didn't believe him obviously because she still was calling him. I just kept on walking letting him take the blame. This was the kid who had gotten me into trouble several times with his lies the year before when we were in the same class and the teachers never believing me nor the duty ladies and it was unintentional that I got him into trouble with my antic and this happened to be the right kid it happened to so it was like karma and revenge. But of course this was not why I let him take the blame, I just didn't want to be in trouble and I didn't even know it was wrong until the teacher came out.
