Either/or: either shit is acceptable or we are created in an unacceptable manner.

Finished The Unbearable Lightness of Being last night.
What an amazing read. So much food for thought, I couldn't keep track.
It ends with a small animal rights rant, which I love of course.
I want a dog one hundred times more now though.
I think I will just feel a little bit empty until he/she comes into my life in a few years.
I have to write a reflection on the question of whether or not the "lightness of being" is, in fact, unbearable. I'm still a little bit confused about the difference between lightness and weight, but I believe lightness refers to the way that pretty much everything in life happens by chance.
If I'm on the right track, that fact is irritating and a bit silly.
I didn't really think about it before, but such a lightness (lack of predictability/purpose) can make one feel like she has no control over what happens in the one life that she gets to live.
While she can make choices, those choices don't necessarily matter because there is always the possibility of a chance event interfering with that choice.
At the same time, series of chances create what we call coincidences.
And a series of coincidences tend to give us courage, while also making us feel like we have to follow the path that they are leading us toward. That series makes us feel a sense of destiny, I suppose.
For example, when one develops affection for someone, she starts noticing all of these silly connections that make that crush seem perfect for her. By making those connections, she is actually giving herself courage to talk to that crush of hers.
At some point, after chance in itself is done occurring, I realize that we've become fashioned to creating our own ridiculous connections thereafter.
IE: He called me at six, and I live in apartment number six! We must be meant for each other!
I'm really just sorting out my thoughts right now. Don't mind me.