Hat Magic

I woke up in a sweat realizing that I've been leaving my hats. I've let loose two hats in the past three weeks: they're not at home with me.

This is what is known as Unintentional Mojo. It is a form of chaotic magic, which means that it is neither good nor ill; the key thing to know about it is that it is "unintentional." That is, it works at the subconscious level. It represents the actions of certain nonverbal parts of the self trying to communicate with the verbal parts of the self. So when a hat gets crushed beneath a giant stuffed bear, it's generally a good idea to look at that. And as for the other hat...well. There be dragons.

The thing about paying attention to this sort of crap is that it eventually starts to become meaningful. Then you're fucked: you can no longer say "I didn't know," because the bits of you that assemble the future are talking to you, right now, and once you hear them, there are no accidents.

Only choices.