When should you just get over yourself?

Hey bloggeys!
It's my spring break this week and it's getting off to a strange start. Sunday I went out with the boy that I was walking about in some earlier posts, and it was nice. We just sat in a Starbucks for like 3 hours and he told me about what's been going on in his life since the last time that we spoke, and it was just nice to see him loosened up and talking, because I feel that in the past I would be doing alot of the talking. However this time I could barely think of anything to say. It was so odd. I mean, this is a man that I have known for almost 3 years, and Sunday it felt like I was on a blind date with some complete stranger. What do you do in instances like that? I expressed how awkward I felt, and it didn't help that the entire time we were talking all i could think was "I wonder if he still kisses the same?". On top of all that, I found out that he was leaving for Puerto Rico on vacation for a week in the morning. So I will have to wait a while until I get to see or hear from him again. How strange is that? I finally reconnect with him just as he leaves and goes to a place where we cannot even talk to eachother. What does this all mean in terms of my journey through this life? I guess I may never know, but hopefully I'll have a good idea by this time next week ;).

On another note, have you ever had one of those days that just seemed like everything was going to be perfect, and then something really out of the blue happens? I woke up this morning, and feeling good, I decided to do some yoga in my living room to start my day. I was feeling great. Then I went up to Silver Spring, MD with a good friend of mine, and we were having a blast. We parked the car, got out, and went to the mall, got some ColdStone Creamery ice cream, did a little shopping, and just talked about our lives in general. We then proceeded to go back to the car to head back home, and to our surprise, the car was GONE. Apparently, we had parked in an area that becomes a tow zone in the late afternoon, and his car had been taken away. Not only that, but upon calling the number for the tow company (which lead to another number, and another number, and another), we finally find out that (a)it was taken to a tow lot in another city and (b) the place closes at 5pm. It was 4:50. Feeling defeated, we took the metro back to DC, and barely said a word the entire way home. He was understandably furious, simply at the misfortune. It wasn't that there was absolutely no other places to park, or that we didn't care and just took the risk. We simply were not thinking and just parked where we saw other cars parked, and went on our merry way. Interestingly enough, while the car was probably being towed, we were sitting in a restaurant talking about the Law of Karma. Now what does this have to do with anything, you may ask? The fact is that in the car on the way there, we were talking about how some people are just fortunate, they get good jobs, lots of money, lots of support, and perhaps have not done much to deserve it. No more than the next person has. Or perhaps they lied, cheated and stole to get to where they are, and there are no signs of them getting put into check. In situations like that it's easy to think, if so many people are just blessed with good luck, what did I do to deserve this? Is this mere coincidence, or is the universe trying to tell me something? And at this point, I don't know what to think. What an interesting way to start a vacation.