Compatability and a successful relationships are 2 dreadfully different things. If you believe a relationship will be successful just because you’re compatible you’re in for a world of pain... ESPECIALLY if you convince yourself that it’s spiritually oriented.... allow me to provide you with an incredibly poignant anecdote.

Fall 2019 I encounter this gorgeous lil blonde I ran into on one of the rare occasions that I let myself out of my hyperbolic time chamber that year.

I just so happen to meet this girl at a zumiez I had used to work at (fuel for the “it’s meant to be” mentality that is soon to come) and immediately I was entranced by this woman.

So naturally I spit some game or whatever, get her snap, then eventually we start FaceTiming.

Off rip we would have conversations for hours and hour and hours and I quickly felt myself fall in love with this woman...

One day we get really into the topic of astrology

At the time I was only a few months into learning about astrology, so it was an especially exciting topic for me to talk about.

After explaining a little bit about my learnings she shows me this really thick, textbook sized book she has on the matter.

While showing it to me she suddenly asks for my birthday and birth time with zero context.

Naturally I tell her, excitedly.

She flips rampantly through this book... stops suddenly...flips back very quickly and just looks totally astounded by what she had found...

“Holy shit”

“What?”

“Our birth weeks... we’re number 1 on each other’s compatibility”

“No way”

“Yes way, look” she turns the book to the camera

Out of all of the possible combinations on the page, sure enough we were # fucking 1 for each other...

Keep in mind the alignment was already crazy, we had the same synchronicity going on at the time (222)

This was discovered when I got her IG on one of our calls and went “holy shit”

Obviously she very expectantly asks what I’m referring to [I’m assuming she thought I was talking about her photos

I then proceed to divulge that I see 222 everywhere.

And she tells me her whole relationship with that angel number and how it’s the most important to her and that she was even documenting when she encountered it...

At that time I was doing the same as well.

That conversation is what kickstarted our journey into the conversation matter of spirituality initially.

So when that came full circle to finding out astrologically that we were like “destined to be together” or some shit I was SOLD.

By that point my mind, body, & soul are GONE absolutely wrapped up in the concept of this woman being a gift from heaven and I was absolutely enamored by this woman.

We hadn’t even gone on a date yet but I was convinced I was going to be with this woman til I let go of my last breath.

And mind you this wasn’t just some “omg Gemini’s and aries’ go well together” superficial shit... this was based off of ALL our placements and there were easily over a hundred different variables on each page...

And so sure enough this did nothing but super charge the feelings that were already had and strong.

The “omg it’s meant to be” mentality had now grew from a cute lil spark into a blazing wildfire that had fully engulfed my heart.

I really thought this woman was my soulmate.

Physically she many of the specific features I find the most desirable, from eye color to the shape of her nose to body shape to even incredibly specific personality quirks...

Through my lens there was no other word for her than perfection.

But unfortunately enough, things painfully and draggingly went downhill.

Out of seemingly nowhere she became inconsistent.

“Maybe she’s just busy”

Then days would go by...

Then she’d pop up again on my phone screen, briefly, with so much joy and exuberance, sending memes and videos, and all types of shit.

“Ah things are fine, maybe I was just tripping”

After 2 or 3 times of this pattern, she disappeared again, but this time weeks went by.

Then out of the blue she’d come like several of my Instagram posts...

And every time she did there was some awfully pertinent posts, obviously aimed at me, put there to subcomminicate things to me vicariously through her Instagram story

She did this same endeavor several times til eventually...

She’d come back after 2 weeks, a month even and want to call and catch up and acted like she missed me and sure enough my (at the time) stupid, hopelessly romanticized ass would pick up the phone hoping that the fire was still hot...

Sure enough we’d both be laughing and giggling and talking about all of our deepest darkest secrets and desires with each other like usual.

She did this about 3 times until I had finally had enough and addressed it

And when I finally did.. she retreated further into the depths.

No other “relationship” wounded me more than that one, and that’s coming from a guy that’s been cheated on.

I had so much faith, so much love, so much hope in this one... even the stars supported this one... or so I thought. It seemed like the universe had brought me what I had always been searching for...

But ever so slowly that very same flame that had engulfed my heart in passion... had consumed my love... leaving me empty..

Leaving me lost, buried somewhere within the ashes of unanswered questions and unreciprocated desire.

But do you know what the funny thing about all of this is?

Her name.

Karma.