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Monday, May 24th, 1999 - an evil, bad, voodoo black-n-blue sort of day

This Time Last Year	Don't you hate the backs of paperback books? The commentary that always tells you too much, ruining, if not the whole book, then the privilege of watching the plot unfold in front of you? It ruins the mystery, when you know where these events are leading.
	And sometimes the plots take such unexpected turns...and sometimes you can see it as the reader, and you have to sit and watch these poor characters act out their sorry lives and make bad choices or get in terrible situations that seemed just great at the time, but you can see where it's going to spit them out, all chewed up, later.
	Wouldn't it be nice to have that vision, as one of the characters? To see the foreshadowing, to linger a *bit* too long on some item that symbolically lets you know things *aren't going well* AND be able to pick up on that? To look at parallel phrasing and know that it's not some fluke, it's artistic license and it sure as HELL means someting?
	But, I think it'd make me crazy. Ok, crazier. David says I worry too much as it is, and if I was sure of every symbol I thought I found in my life, I'd do nothing but obsess over what it means and whether I'm doing the right thing. 'Cause life doesn't follow that formula - it can't. You think you worry enough, see all the options of what could go wrong and you prepare yourself for that - and then, something completely unexpected happens. A casualty that you never imagined.
	But the really creepy thing is when you look back, and you realize that even hindsight isn't always 20/20. That's when you feel really lost.
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