O, I am Fortune's Fool

Apparently God, Fate, Fortune, the Norns or whoever else you choose to believe in with their hands on the steering wheel of my life has/have a sick sense of humor.

The day after I'm feeling a bit melancholy about the vast oblivion that is my love life, an eighteen-year-old college freshman has, for some inexplicable reason, decided to message me.

Sigh.