When women become mothers, they unlock an innate ability to know everything their child is up to at all times, or so the stories go. Kids, get with the program: You can't hide anything from mom. It's just not possible, as these mothers can attest.'
Men, women, gender fluid... we all have secrets to tell. When in the search for the love we will ALL play any game, choose any pawn. Bros put on a good facade of "I'm not hiding anything," but that's a secret as well. If only we could unleash our secrets, and just be honest. Gentlemen... you first.
We've all been there, we've all seen it and had to suck it up and move on. I'm of course discussing workplace drama. There are always those handful of employees who seem shrouded in a mystical "luck cloak." You know who they are, the ones who everytime they do something heinous it's never that big deal, even when it is. They are the people who's actions would be worthy of execution if one of us has done been the guilty party. Somehow they manage to escape retribution, merited retribution, every single time. And it's astonishing (and maddening) to watch.
Life is full of crazy possibility and unbelievable coincidence. You have to wonder if fate and destiny are actual things. I mean what are the odds that we could come face to face with family or old acquaintances in the darkest rooms at the farthest corners of the Earth? Or how in the world do you wake up one morning next to a long lost relative? The surreal is plausible, even on a planet of billions. The Universe definitely likes to have some fun. And the world may actually be smaller than we think.