Fate Not Destiny
There is no responsibility when you can blame something else
Who cares if I am eclectic in taste and eccentric in personality? Not me. It is cooler today, steam swirls from my coffee, and the teaspoon rests. Opaque, dark, and shiny, the bubbles spin, mesmerising my aimless mind. Savouring its smoky bitterness, it reminds me I have not chosen my persona for today. Glancing upwards, the waiter decides it for me. Handsome, raffish, smiling with his eyes; I quake inside. Enduring his g...