Why it is a bad idea to read too much into every single thing,

though who's to say that everything isn't a sign from a cruel and jealous god? The trash on the street this morning, blown about like wreckage, the garbage truck a sinking ship in this rain, chucking the excess weight overboard. I didn't get any message from this except boots are the best shoe but when I woke up last night with a searing pain I immediately assigned it a meaning. Perhaps things that come in the middle of the night are all associated with dreams, which we associate with deeper meanings, though if I acted in accordance with my dreams I would not be permitted by law to use this internet connection. Anyway so the pain pulsed from my left, ring finger, whatever that means, whatever that means, I will say: the garbage truck woke me up, and throw it overboard with the rest of the psychic messages I don't receive.