C and I got together this afternoon at a frozen yogurt place. This is the third time during this journey that I've met up with a Facebook friend for froyo. Before that, it'd been a very long time since I'd gone out for the frozen ice cream impersonator. I think these types of establishments are becoming more common, but I can't figure out if I love them or hate them. Maybe it's a bit of both. On the one hand, I get to make my own sugar-dish. So if I want four different flavors and seventeen different toppings, then that is what I get. On the other hand, I've been unable, at least so far, to walk away from one of these places without a pretty sweet stomach ache. Bigger is better, I guess, even when that means that I'm going to hate myself for the rest of the night.
It's funny / weird to me that C and I ever met in the first place, let alone for dessert-in-place-of-lunch. Like everything that's happened to me and everybody else since the beginning of time, had only one or two things gone differently four or five years back, my life could have been drastically different, perhaps I wouldn't be sitting here typing this, and I probably never would have known C. But, things didn't go differently four or five years back. We made the decisions we made that caused C and I to end up in the same section in the same law school in the same frozen, midwestern state. Out of all the (m)(b)(tr)illions of different ways that my life could've played out, there was only one way for me and C to end up eating way too much sugar together today. And it amazes me that it happened, even while the logical side of me knows that something, necessarily, had to happen.
While C had always known that she'd go to law school, there was a time when I didn't think anything above high school would be in my future. That might have been my extreme personality talking, but if it was, then it was probably also that same extreme personality that eventually led me to law school as well. Later still, it might've been my let's-do-something-big mentality that prompted me to take off 96 days ago, meet up with some Facebook friends, and see what happened. I don't yet know how this all is going to play out, at least not in the long run. It might be one of the best things I end up doing in my life, it might be the worst, or, most likely, it'll fall somewhere between those two extremes. But for now, I'm happy with it, with the time I've spent with my Facebook friends and faux ice cream, and with my inability to do things halfway.