Probability is a wonderful thing. Throw a die and chances are you'll get a six, or a one, or any number in between. That's what happens every time; it's the expected and the unexpected. You can never be sure what number you're going to role.
Unless you're cheating, but that's something else entirely. I wouldn't recommend it, though. Not unless something huge was on the line. Say like your eternal soul or prison time. Something along those lines. Otherwise, when you get caught you just kind of look like a jackass. Trust me, I speak from experience.
Anyway, back to the point that I was getting around to making about probability. The thing is, things happen. Big things, little things. World changing, life changing, I can't believe that just happened kind of things. Everything happens. It's inevitable, it's life.
Right now inside your cells, outside your window and any other place that you can conceivably think of. And possibly some that you can't- something is happening that has never happened before. Something so improbable that it's said to be impossible is happening, right now this very instant.
And you just missed it.
You'll always miss it unless it happens to you like it happened to me. Something life changing and impossible. Say, like waking up one day to find your face splashed across all the magazines and early morning talk shows.
The thing is, is that I didn't set out to break the law; it just happened. I know that's not the best excuse in the world and, you know what? I'm not actually expecting anyone to forgive me. I don't deserve it. What I did was wrong. I could dress it up anyway that I want and it wouldn't make a single bit of difference. I lied and that's all that there's to it. I lied and, because of that, people have suffered.
Statistically, I'm the abnormality. The outlier. It's not such a great place to be. In fact, it's pretty bleak. The sad thing is, I'm here because I had an amazing opportunity handed to me, and I used it for evil. Well, it was more immoral than anything else.
It was also illegal, which is why odds are I'm going to prison.
Right. There are tons of ways that this could have ended. I mean that. I'm not just saying that so that I can be all "I told you so." Even though I did tell her. Repeatedly. Did she listen? You bet the hell she didn't.
Somehow, I think that it's all going to be my own fault. It's not, though. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Except if you're Macy, then yeah- it is my fault. Of course it is. That makes perfect sense if you're half insane.
Fuck, it's starting to sound like I don't like her or something. Which is unfair- I like her plenty. Far more than I should, I imagine. In fact, I would say that it's starting to become a problem. People are going to start to think that I'm unprofessional or something. Again, not fair and not my fault. It's her fault. All of it.
None of this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't decided to lie to everyone. Although, I'm still impressed that she managed to get people to believe her. If you really think about it, it's all society's fault, for believing her. For believing in her.
Yeah, lets just go with that. I'm not even going to mention that she nearly had me fooled. Nearly.
It'll get easier when the trial is over and I never have to see her again. She'll just rot away in jail like she deserves, and repay her debt to society like a good little prisoner. Eventually, she might even get out and maybe she'll forgive me. We'll just have to wait and see.
Fuck, who the hell am I'm kidding? If Macy gets convicted she'll never talk to me again.