talking to the universe
Yesterday Paul Lisicky tweeted a link and said something like Dog goes over cliff, rescuers respond. I was immediately anxious. Was the dog okay? Did they rescue it successfully? Was it still trapped? Where is it? How did this happen? Was it hurt? And many more questions followed, all of which would probably have been easily answered if I would've clicked the link in Paul's tweet. However, I couldn't, because if the outcome of the dog's fate was anything less than positive, I would cry and be even more anxious, and I'd resent Paul for tweeting something terrible about a dog, and I adore Paul, so that would simply suck big pig dick. Once I worked through all that, I tweeted in return: Not looking unless I know the dog is okay. His reply was: The dog seems better than okay. Relieved, I clicked the link.
Nothing happened. It was a video on a news site that wouldn't play on my iPhone. I tried my iPad and got the same result. I figured that would be the case but thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a whirl. Then I decided that the universe was trying to tell me something. It was saying, Do you really want to be that person watching videos on your mobile device while you're in the bathroom?
Good call, universe.