I keep running into people I know, just randomly on the streets. Considering how many people I know in Melbourne as a fraction of the overall population, this is a phenomenal achievement on the part of either myself or the universe. (Though considering the size of this phenomenon as a fraction of the entire universe, not that phenomenal, I suppose, if it's the latter.)

By narky anti-social side - which I assure you I do have, though I hide it so well (stop laughing) - says this is just what you get when you "get out" and "meet new people". Against this argument is the fact that the people I have run into thus far are people I've known for at least a year and a half. For this argument is the fact that when I've run into them, I've been on my way to "meet [relatively] new people".

Tough call: is the universe trying to tell me something, through the medium of my narky anti-social side? Or am I just desperate for something pseudo-witty to blog?