in which I predict an event.

I have a habit of embellishing certain stories. I'm sort of a believer in the saying that a lie can be not only more interesting than the truth, but also more true.

So around Thanksgiving, I took an event that happened to me and embellished it slightly. The true version of things was that a girl I knew thought she as pregnant, and thus couldn't come visit me. As it turned out, she wasn't actually pregnant. So what do I do? I modify things slightly, in terms of making it a better story. friend becomes an ex girlfriend, I'm not the father, but I'm expected to take care of her and the child. Not true, but it makes a good story.

Months pass, I stop telling the story, and life goes on. Yes, I feel guilty about lying, but its a low-grade sin. Then this week I get a frantic message from my current girlfriend. the news? She's pregnant. As in the story, I'm not the father. As in the story, the real father won't have anything to do with the child. Life can be weird like that. So, two days later, I hear the all-important news that she is in fact, not pregnant: the pregnancy test was a false positive.

So, I ask you: How the hell did I know this was going to happen?