I'm a rather superstitious person.

I don't mess with Ouija boards, I've only done one video conducting witchcraft, and I believe that I'm possessed by a demon that only manifests if I consume a sufficient amount of alcohol. Or I'm just a surly drunk, but the demonic possession sounds a lot cooler.

One of my favorite Japanese terms is "chuunibyou," which literally translates into "second year middle schooler syndrome," but it's when a kid is absorbed by their personal delusions to make themselves sound cooler. Like if you know anyone that literally believed they were a vampire or werewolf in middle school, that's what they had. (If you know anyone that reached adulthood and still believes they're a vampire, you should probably limit your association with them and add a lot of garlic to your meals. The limited association will keep them from roping you into weird nonsense and the garlic is just damn tasty.) In middle school, my primary delusion was that I would grow up to be loved and successful, but I have since outgrown such madness.

Regardless, even after I left most of my delusions behind, I still believe that human willpower and faith is capable of shaping reality. I believe that the world we see with our eyes is a surface level construct worthy only of moderate trust. But fate is where I draw the line. You might be set on a path, but it is your choice to abandon it and leap into the nearby bushes. The 40 year old goth woman running my local psychic reading shop cannot see my future. She sees the obese dude with confidence issues and says what an obese dude with confidence issues wants to hear or says something that is very likely to happen to an obese dude with confidence issues. Place a ball on a path, apply force, and you can predict its trajectory. Psychics are the type of people that make excellent bowlers.

They cannot see my future. They see what I am and can accurately guess my future based on that. My fall is not destiny: It is gravity with some creative guesswork.