So for my entire life I have had a predisposition to something. It is not something you would think about but I do almost every day.
I want you to grab a scrap of paper and a pen. Go ahead I'll wait....
OK, now without thinking write the first letter that comes to you head. Just let your hand move across the page without telling it where to go or what to do.
What letter did you write and can you think why that is?
I have been doing this a long time and I have always been astounding that I always have and I assume always will write the letter M. It happens to me all the time when I am just writing something down. If there is a pause at all in my thought process my brain goes "how bout we just write the letter M until he notices," and most of the time I don't. Well not at least until it is too late and now my name is written Men Chapman.
It has always been something that has plagued me. I have wanted to know why for so long but it has never been revealed to me why the letter M is so important.
When I dig back through my life I try and place that letter in my most important and life changing events. With any letter you can find it anywhere if you are looking for it and with all types of things of this sort you can also stretch your beliefs to fit whatever it is that you are looking for. So through my digging I really only found a few significant things but even those are pretty weak. One of course and the most obvious is the word Mother.
My mother and I have never really had the greatest relationship and my emotion scars will probably never heal but most people have issues with either their mother of father so I feel like this one is really a wash but I had to note it anyway.
The second was the first girl I would say that I was in love with. Her name was Melanie. She was a great friend and we had a ton in common. The ending of a teenage relationship full of ups and downs is never anything really worth mentioning ten years after the fact but I still feel like what happened the few years surrounding her and I's relationship helped mold me into the person I am today.
The third and final big M is that my wife's last name is Miller. Her MOTHER and father have been so supportive to me that I cannot really displace the fact that their last name starts with my haunted letter, but I would go on to marry their daughter and relinquish the M from her so I don't really know if this one counts.
Just like all cosmic unexplained events this one will just float around in my brain until the day arrives where I am imbued with all of life's answers. I am hoping that it happens while I'm alive because I feel like that kind of knowledge is wasted on the dead.
If this event happens to you as well please let me know so that I can stop freaking out. More blogs to come.