The Opposite Of Fate

Why is it that what seems like fate never really is? You meet someone, and they're fabulous. Unbelievable f*n fabulous and all of your cells scream, "Oh my gosh! Where have you been?"

Of course this feeling never lasts.

Or it does but in some wierd angst-like mode where you never truly know where you stand.

Why is it always the people/situations that you pass idly by, taking no notice whatsoever of, that come to play major roles in our lives?

I'd like to say that it has always been this way, but honestly it used to be different for me. When I was younger I used to get that, oh my gosh feeling of fate, all the time. And it was always right. It was right about friends, jobs, cars, and yes even about my very first boyfriend (we dated 3 years).

But lately... my gut instinct is never right. I feel as if my compass has been torn off, my equilibrium turned upside down. I pad the corners of walls and tables in an effort to lessen my injuries, but mostly I sit around asking stupid redundant questions.

Why?

Is it fate if it doesn't last?