I think I'm starting to believe in fate, and for a really strange and, in my opinion, dumb reason.
I always feel that there's a reason behind everything I do and that those reasons will be defined eventually. Whenever I find myself reacting to a situation very differently than I know I normally would and can't think of a rational reason why I would react that way, it stays in the back of my mind and I think of everything that could possibly stem from that moment that wouldn't otherwise occur if I had acted as I normally do. This can range from something simple like running a red light to starting a conversation with someone I would've otherwise paid no attention to. I remember these moments and I think about them whenever anything that could relate to them happens.
I'm bringing this up because I just fixed my translucent blue PS2 controller by transplanting a working PS2 controller's inner workings, when I could've much more easily just used the working controller. The only thing I can think about as I use my blue controller is that I used someone else's controller, which I was borrowing, to fix it.
