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Sometimes I really start to wonder how much chance plays into how people and things become popular. I mean, without the Medev brothers calling him the worst director in history, Ed Wood probably would've never become a cult figure. Likewise, a single movie theatre manager's decision to run a movie at midnight turned The Rocky Horror Picture Show from "that flop based on the successful play" to one of the biggest cult films of all time. I think about how The Sun Also Rises turned the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona from a local religious festival into a worldwide celebration. Or how a DJ turned the lackluster single "Play That Funky Music Vanilla Ice" over, played the b-side, and launched a career. Sometimes I wonder about all the other things that never took off because of a missed chance.

Naturally that makes me think about relationships (as virtually everything does). It boggles my mind to think that I've been exposed to an almost infintesimal segement of the world's population and already I've found a staggaring amount of people whom I've loved to one degree or another. I mean, how many people can I really have personally interacted with so far in my life? Ten thousand? Fifty? And the circumstances with which I've interacted with those people have been governed by chance to some degree. Where my parents decided to live, which schools I attended, the sports I played and clubs I joined, the classes I took. All choices that could've gone another way which would've led to me meeting different people and finding others to love.

The wives tale is that there's someone out there for everyone, but I think that's lowballing it. There's gotta be dozens, perhaps hundreds.

Or maybe I'm just inclined to love lots of people.