My Kafka-esque life

This Tuesday I went and got myself engaged. Again. Perhaps I'll talk about that another time.

Anyway, I'd been planning to do it for awhile—certainly long enough that I could have told my old friend about it when I visited him last weekend.

Thing is, the visit was partly a kind of intervention. My friend hasn't worked in well over a year, and he's apparently been gradually shutting people out of his life, including his immediate family. Clearly, this is Not Good. So another friend and I headed out to visit him unannounced, if only to let him know we're concerned about him. Of course he asked how I was doing. I didn't think it would have been helpful to tell him I was about to get engaged.

So tonight, I decided to pick up the old book of Kafka I've had lying around since my return to school. I flipped through it casually, and settled on "The Judgment," mainly because it was short and I hadn't read it before. The similarities between the events in that story and the events I've just described were eerie enough to make me wonder, not for the first time lately, just how many odd little coincidences it takes to make a skeptic believe in fate.