I've come across a weird phenomenon.

I'm 25, been single and going my own way for 2 years, but I still have my occasional weak days. There are days when my brain starts telling me "Man, I sure would like to have a girl I could take out for dinner and a show tonight, then we could go home and thrust and pant like wild dogs for a few hours, then wake up the next day and just spend all day in bed."

I get this way every few months, then the universe swoops in.

Today, one of my buddies had his girlfriend accidentally discharge a firearm into his ceiling, he got mad at her for it as any person would, she left him saying she couldn't handle this abusive relationship anymore. God only knows what kind of trouble he's headed for now.

A few months ago, on another "weak day" I had a buddy that i'd known for 5 years or so, he'd been with this chick as long as I'd known him. Not that my buddy was particularly handsome, but this chick was upwards of 250lbs and had a smile like a jack-o-lantern. During the covid quarantine she was furloughed, my buddy kept working but went to nightshift to avoid excess exposure for her sake. While he was sleeping one day she went through his phone and found a titty pic that was getting passed around by his coworkers. Not anybody they knew, just like a Meme with tits in it. She crawled up on him and started doing some MMA ground and pound shit while he was sleeping/waking up. Buddy took off, went to the hospital for a broken nose, bitch of a girlfriend got community service.

Every time this happens I get in my car and go do something I enjoy, whether it's going to shoot clays, or fishing, or a sporting event and begin to remember just how great life is.