WTF?

You trundle along, making your way through the world, and there are things you simply accept as true. You work to accept the things that are out of your control, deal with your reality as best you can, and try to have as much fun as you can along the way.

Then, one day, out of the blue .... BAMMO. When you least expect it, there is something more, an unexpected gift from the gods, like the best birthday present you could ever ask for. Exactly like that, in fact.

But the fates would not be the fates if they didn't want to throw a spanner in the works, now, would they? So now I am having to deal with ghosts. They aren't the scary kind, but they are unsettling, and more than a wee bit irritating. I think that once you lay the dead to rest, they should be obliged to stay there.

(In plain English, I met a man and now men from my past - who blew me off - are coming out of the woodwork. WTF? Go freaking figure.)