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Welp lol, shot my shot and missed. 3.96 GPA + target school. Haven’t heard back from Bain or McK either.

If you’re also in this position, rejection is redirection, so keep going! What if it all goes right?

Maybe just a coincidence. He was my soul cat and I want to believe he’s still with me somehow. Felt like it went well, and my seat was ideally located in the back corner of the room 🤷

A random woman approached my sister, Jen, at the mall a few months ago in NY. I was on a completely different floor of the mall getting my clothes tailored, while Jen was browsing a lower floor. We had not even entered the mall together due to our different tasks.

The woman declared that Jen’s energy was radiant and she felt compelled to talk to her. She then asked Jen if she was with her sister (me). Jen responds yes, already confused on how she knew that. The woman then accurately guesses Jen’s birthday, “3 or 4 of March. Close to my husband on the 1st.” Then, she guessed mine. “She’s like my grandma, 28 of October.” She mentioned that both of our grandmas, one above and on earth are smiling at us and proud of us, which is accurate. Our maternal grandmother passed away in 2018, while our paternal grandmother is still here. She told Jen to tell our mother that she did a good job raising us, and that she is a strong woman.

Jen was flabbergasted at all of this and completely speechless. Jen asked the woman, “are you a witch?” to which the woman replied, “kind of, I just feel things differently.” The woman was with her husband and daughter, who were giggling at the whole interaction, adding, “she does this all the time.” My sister left the mall to meet me in the car, where I had been impatiently waiting for her, confused on what was taking her so long to browse. And then she casually dropped all of that.

Genuinely the weirdest experience I’ve ever had and I don’t know how to make sense of it. Prior to this, I had always been skeptical, embracing a position of not knowing. But there is literally no way I can rationalize this. I was not even with my sister when all of this happened and yet somehow she sensed my presence? Then the odds of her accurately guessing BOTH of our birthdays, as well as accurately guessing that one of our grandmas is alive and one has passed on? Would appreciate any thoughts as I am new to all of this!!!

This is going to be a long one, but if you make it to the end, thank you.

Two summers ago, I participated in an internship that involved a visit to the medical examiner’s office to observe a full autopsy (behind glass). It was fascinating, traumatic, visceral, and beyond heavy. Seeing and smelling death is indescribable. The medical examiner only provided surface level details on what happened to the victim—a male in his 30s, history of substance use disorder and on many psychiatric medications, and suspected fatal overdose due to presence of paraphernalia. I was there with a group of fellow interns, and it stuck out to us that the victim had large gauge piercings and a Red Sox tattoo on his left leg. In my journal entry that night, I wrote the following in regards to the tattoo and piercings:
“it’s hard to separate the soul from the vessel when the vessel has all the signs of the soul etched into it.”
And then I tried my best to move on and not internalize everything I saw.

Two months ago, I decided to start consistently going to workout classes. I got a ClassPass subscription and found myself trying whatever studio in my radius that piqued my interest. One day, about a month ago, I was randomly scrolling through Google Maps when I found a beautiful studio that had just opened up last year, 12 minutes away from me, offering the exact types of classes I was looking for. I decide to book a class, which I have to do on a different website as this studio is not even on ClassPass. I end up being the only one who showed up to class and the instructor essentially gave me a private lesson—it was awesome. The studio was clean, the workout was challenging, the instructor was sweet and motivating, and the value was great, so I left a 5 star Google review.

HERE is where it gets weird:

Later that week, I decided to book another class, went to the studio’s Instagram (to access the booking link), and then found myself stalking the instructor’s page so I could learn more about who she was and where she came from (sry, shameless insta stalker). Suddenly, I see a story highlight with a name and a 🕊️ emoji, and I end up clicking on it. Two years ago, she was posting in memory of a male, in his thirties, with gauge piercings. My morbid curiosity leads me to dig further, ultimately finding the post she made for him two years ago. What did it mention? Addiction. Alarm bells start ringing in my mind and I immediately start checking for the tattoo. I looked through more pictures she posted (and she posted a lot—they were clearly close, lifelong family friends), and lo and behold, I spotted the same Red Sox tattoo on his left leg.

This is genuinely the weirdest coincidence I have ever experienced. Only I know about it and I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve been going to her classes and I absolutely adore her studio. And somehow, I watched her close friend’s autopsy two years ago. I saw them dissect and measure all of his internal organs. I heard them say that his heart weighed heavier than average, which I remember made me feel so sad. I feel incredibly strange about it.

I was never supposed to know anything about the victim’s life, let alone put a name to his body. And yet somehow I have now seen what he looks like with life breathed into him after seeing him unalive. And it’s trippy. What are the odds? The intern program did eight separate autopsy trips on eight separate days that summer. I happened to apply and receive this specific internship. I happened to choose the group that went the day after this man happened to overdose. I happened to stumble upon his close friend’s new business to support it. I could go on. I’ve decided to keep it to myself for now (and Reddit lol, any identifying info was changed), and I don’t think I would ever disclose this information to her. But in a spiritual way, it is almost as if his energy guided me to her. I would appreciate any thoughts, feedback, guidance.

Two summers ago, I participated in an internship that involved a visit to the medical examiner’s office to observe a full autopsy (behind glass). It was fascinating, traumatic, visceral, and beyond heavy. Seeing and smelling death is indescribable. The medical examiner only provided surface level details on what happened to the victim—a male in his 30s, history of substance use disorder and on many psychiatric medications, and suspected fatal overdose due to presence of paraphernalia. I was there with a group of fellow interns, and it stuck out to us that the victim had large gauge piercings and a Red Sox tattoo on his left leg. In my journal entry that night, I wrote the following in regards to the tattoo and piercings:
“it’s hard to separate the soul from the vessel when the vessel has all the signs of the soul etched into it.”
And then I tried my best to move on and not internalize everything I saw.

Here is where it gets weird.

Two months ago, I decided to start consistently going to workout classes. I got a ClassPass subscription and found myself trying whatever studio in my radius that piqued my interest. One day, about a month ago, I was randomly scrolling through Google Maps when I found a beautiful studio that had just opened up last year, 12 minutes away from me, offering the exact types of classes I was looking for. I decide to book a class, which I have to do on a different website as this studio is not even on ClassPass. I end up being the only one who showed up to class and the instructor essentially gave me a private lesson—it was awesome. The studio was clean, the workout was challenging, the instructor was sweet and motivating, and the value was great, so I left a 5 star Google review.

Later that week, I decided to book another class, went to the studio’s Instagram (to access the booking link), and then found myself stalking the instructor’s page so I could learn more about who she was and where she came from (sry, shameless insta stalker). Suddenly, I see a story highlight with a name and a 🕊️ emoji, and I end up clicking on it. Two years ago, she was posting in memory of a male, in his thirties, with gauge piercings. My morbid curiosity leads me to dig further, ultimately finding the post she made for him two years ago. What did it mention? Addiction. Immediately, alarm bells start ringing in my mind.* It can’t be. No way. Wait. Does he have the tattoo*? I looked through more pictures she posted (and she posted a lot—they were clearly close, lifelong family friends), and what did I find? Lo and behold, a Red Sox tattoo on his left leg.

This is genuinely the weirdest coincidence I have ever experienced. Only I know about it and I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve been going to her classes and I absolutely adore her studio. And somehow, I watched her close friend’s autopsy two years ago. I saw them dissect and measure all of his internal organs. I heard them say that his heart weighed heavier than average, which I remember made me feel so sad. I feel incredibly strange about it. I was never supposed to know anything about the victim’s life, let alone put a name to his body. And yet somehow I have now seen what he looks like with life breathed into him. And it’s trippy. What are the odds? The intern program did eight separate autopsy trips on eight separate days that summer. I happened to apply and receive this specific internship. I happened to choose the group that went the day after this man happened to overdose. I happened to stumble upon his close friend’s new business to support it. I could go on. I’ve decided to keep it to myself for now (and Reddit lol, any identifying info was changed), and I don’t think I would ever disclose this information. But in a spiritual way, it is almost as if his energy guided me to her. I would appreciate any thoughts, feedback, guidance. Maybe I’m just reading too far into it idk

Basically just the title. But to elaborate on the second question, does someone’s partners political views reflect on their personal morals/ethics/beliefs in terms of what they are willing to accept

I see pockets of discussion about the parallels and similarities between Don Draper/Dick Whitman’s story and Jon Hamm’s life. But like there are so many it gets strange. Art imitates life or life imitates art?

Of course, there’s the Midwest to big city pipeline. Hamm was the star of his cast, Draper was the star at SCDP. Hamm married someone who was 17 years younger than him, who he met at work, whose name is coincidentally Anna (and portrayed a secretary). Draper married his secretary, who was ~14 years younger than him. Hamm struggled with alcohol abuse, Draper as well. Hamm has a dark past he probably wishes never saw the light of day (hazing incident), as did Draper. Their names…Jon vs. Don.

There are obvious differences in personality and public image but it is almost peculiar that Draper’s life seems to have bled into Hamm’s, or vice versa. A thing like that. Curious for your thoughts