Tuesday started well enough when I was awoken early by a loud "OOTEENI". I'd forgotten that the night before at 4am, as I struggled to sleep, I decided to change my text message alert to the Jawa sound. It was louder than I remembered, and also not nearly as amusing.
The text was from a number I didn't recognize. It read: "We are nocking."
Being half-asleep, my first impression was that it was a creepy message. Then, because neither of the doorbells work, I found it entirely possible that someone was in fact knocking on one of the doors. Who would have my address and visit at 8am, and also have my phone number while I didn't have theirs, I didn't know, and was not enthused about knowing. I was sure that after I greeted them with my morning hair and squinty-grumpy-sleep-face and a "what the fuck", they would no longer want to know me as well. I stumbled downstairs, still half-asleep, and checked both doors. No one was there. I wasted no time in returning to bed, but being curious, asked "Er ... who is this?"
The reply came a moment later: "Destiny".
Ha-ha. I didn't know if it was actually someone named Destiny, or if it was some text-message advertisement playing on the whole "destiny's knocking" thing ("destiny's knocking...MAKE MILLIONS FROM HOME TODAY!!"), or if it was actually ... destiny. I was intrigued by the latter, because it's about fucking time it got in contact with me. However, considering I don't believe in it, and if I did I don't see why it would be a plural thing ("we"), and also I'm pretty sure it would know that "knocking" is spelled with a "k" in front, I texted back and suggested they had incorrect digits. Destiny apologized.
So I could've totally dismissed destiny almost immediately after waking this morning. In fact, later on that day, destiny texted again, asking "Are u there", and I had to explicitly state again, repeatedly, that it had the wrong digits. Apparently destiny isn't the sharpest concept, and was within one text message of being told to fuck off before it finally understood. Good grief. Destiny finally decides to play some cards in my life, and it's fucking annoying as hell. Makes sense. It's probably a little low on the self-esteem from being overshadowed by fate, which has a subtly different but more serious position.
