I used to believe in destiny, you know? I go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that’s been stuck in my head all week, and I think: ‘Wow…hey, maybe she’s the one?’ Now I think: 'I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel.’
I stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, every day I think I… believe a little less, and a little less, and a little less, and that sucks.
In fact, I had time to be maddened by Christopher generally. He would keep calling me “Grant” in that superior way, and there were times when I wanted to hit him for it, or shout that it was only my alias, or - anyway he really annoyed me. Then he would say something that doubled me up with laughter and I discovered I liked him again. It was truly confusing.
Conrad Tesdinic (Conrad’s Fate by Diana Wynne Jones)
Oh Conrad. You’re so far gone.
And Christopher is so pleased with himself getting people to fall all over
We were both broken souls. We knew so much chaos, so much unhappiness. We were both damaged to the extreme, and thus we met while trying to reconcile with our thoughts and actions. I do not know if it is fate, or destiny, or what have it. I suppose hurt people are attracted to hurt people. Living a life where pain is so prominent, it makes sense to attach yourself to something that has also experiences such pain. You can never get away from it. Though somehow we are okay. We do not dwell in our sadness, instead we bring out the happiness of the other. It is a strange mutualistic symbiotic relationship. It is innocent love.