Petty Divergences

I have noticed that usually the opposite of what one expects transpires. I do not mean that there is a tragic dialectic to living, no, though that seems to take place under certain circumstances. What I mean is that in the petty minutiae of everyday living one seems to experience precisely what one does not want to take place. If one wishes to drain the sink while preparing food for one's best friends, the sink will surely refuse to drain. If one needs the milk to stay cool, certainly it will speed its time warming. When one needs a friend to listen, it is that day they have no time, or perhaps the friend has no mood for hearing on that particular occasion. It seems as if the universe conspires against the wishes of the humans who pay attention.

I suspect it is the attention to the matter that matters. Otherwise, these small divergences from a path perhaps artificially straightened by reason would never occur.