Writer's Blog 2/4

In attempts to avoid begging the question what 'weird' should mean here, I'm going to assume it to apply to occurences which are both not of a 'common' everyday nature and which are controversial due to partial or complete inability of one to fully explain the inner workings of what happens during the event (though I'm forced for conveniences' sake to ignore the hesitancy this begs, since one who believes in God or science may use either to explain away what otherwise would be magical or 'weird' occurences...)

Thinking this over for the past few days, I worry the weird things that have happened in my life beg the same question as above, fitting too narrowly into my worldview (meaning I can explain it based on my beliefs, so even if others might not share the same worldview or think of my explanation as reasonable, in my subjective realm I don't think it would fit the criteria of 'weird'ness this assignment commands) or delving too far into more personal spiritual experiences that don't beg broadcasting...

I suppose I just feel most things (I want to say everything but feel thats too absolute) have explanations, even if at times they are not objectively agreed on by everyone what the explanation is. So, here's my thing. Its more of a strange occurence, but I think it fits the general connotaional definition I feel is appropriate for 'weird'.

[ghost/near death/strange sight occurances (that have happened to too many other people for there, in my conclusion, not to be some reasonable explanation, though it may not be an empirical one) aside-]

Its happened on multiple occasions. I'll be walking along, getting distracted by natures beauty or the cities varying sights, and--right in the middle of putting my foot down--I'll snap out of it just in time to catch my foot before it crushes a small dead creature that somehow has found its way into the middle of the paths that people walk all day long and somehow have themselves managed to avoid--and each time I've jumped away with a "What the hell?" feeling. I've almost crushed slugs, snails, birds and once, feeling like the scariest simple should've-been-less-dramatic-event I've gone through, a dead cat that made me jump a good ten feet and had me shaken the rest of the day. And it always goes like that. no real reason that I can see, but its happened a good 7-9 (slight loss of count) times, and every time I've avoided actually stepping on the animal from sometime between right-before-the-step up to right-before-the-crushing-landing-of-foot-weight (thankfully missed. who wants dead raw animal on their boot? eww.)