Synchronicity & Sex

This topic was probably explored before by Freud, the man on the subject of human sexuality. The guy Time magazine credited with opening "a window on the unconscious — where, lust, rage and repression battle for supremacy — and changed the way we view ourselves" This article's author must have been male - yup double checking the author is actually listed as 'Peter Gay!' All well and fine.

But I'm thinking about Carl Jung's version of synchronicity, and must read his essay called "Synchronicity, An Accusal Connecting Principle" also I need to reacquaint myself with The Tao of Physics, by Deepak Chopra. What is it about Quantum Physics or theory that keeps dragging me back for more explanation?

Taking a quantum leap of faith, I'd say that recent events conspire to make me a believer more than a non-believer than ever. Sounds awkward but that's the point of credible beliefs we either doubt or doubt less, seldom can we simply believe in anything. That's my perspective at least. You might be quite capable of believing all sorts of things that I cannot. Such as God created the world in seven days, or Eve bit into an apple and introduced sin to the human race. Of course, make it a woman so you can walk away scott free if your a guy, basically not responsible for the sins of humanity! Give me a break.

My synchronicity about sex is simply this. I swore to my therapist that the reason I could not get over the death of my lover has to do with his irreplaceable characteristics and qualities. How many men do I expect to meet after all in this small town I live in, who are pilot, sailor, scholar, soldier. So I go out the next time I feel rowdy enough to hit the local pub, and guess what? Met pilot, sailor, scholar and soldier-to-be. Hmmmm, what part of the Universe is begging me to stay at home?

Seriously, this begs explanation. I think I've got it all worked out that I can stay at home and feel bereft for the remainder of my days 'cause nobody, I mean nobody could ever eclipse the star shine of my former (dead) lover, and here comes this character. Some guy so opinionated he can't be quiet. So desperate to be loved he spouts his issues at anyone who'll listen. Bottom line? My dead lover is dead for a reason. This guy came along to remind me of just that.

All those devastatingly attractive and exciting attributes really amount to "suck eggs." I'm not saying bail out and hang with the "Nearly Dead" crowd, but I do think I'll cautiously approach this possibility that the universe does conspire to tempt me, yet again. Perhaps life really is meant to be lived after all. And loving even a perfect stranger might make it seem like fun again, especially if that stranger is a soldier.