Sometimes it is necessary to make the effort to give awesome coincidences the opportunity to happen. It is imperative, however, to not be disappointed when they don't. As they say, lotteries aren't a tax on stupidity, they're a tax on hope... and I think I would be a much happier person if I had less of an imagination.
I self-identify as a misanthrope. I dislike abstract people (and aggregates of such, like crowds), but I tend to like the concrete ones I encounter; often, it seems, more than they like me (apparently pessimism fails to endear). A friend who will remain anonymous once suggested I should that I could start a blog "Reasons Why People Should Die" and I'd never miss a day, much less a week. I don't remember what I said, but now that I've thought about it for a while, I think it wouldn't be that good for my blood pressure.
I drive to work nearly every day, because road grids and public transportation conspire against making a distance that, as the crow flies, should be eminently walkable, usefully so. The emotional journey usually starts through "Roads! Often used for getting from point A to point B!", passes through "Look, people, the pedal on the right makes it go faster, the pedal to the left of that makes it slow down, and the big wheel lets you change direction; this isn't that hard" all the way to "DO YOU HAVE THUMBS? SHOW ME YOUR THUMBS!" but often with more profanity.
The above paragraphs weren't actually written to fit together. Does that seem right to you?
