A few days ago I was walking to the boys' school and a big gust of wind caught my umbrella, turning it inside out. Maybe this should have upset me but instead a huge grin spread across my face! It wouldn't have been half as satisfying had I turned the umbrella purposefully into the wind and orchestrated it; no, it needed to be an accident. Not that my umbrella turning the wrong way was anything I consciously thought needed to happen to me, but when it happened I knew it was one of the things that I needed to happen before I die.
Is this a quirk of mine, or can someone else out there sympathize with me?