It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
Why did I really feel annoyed? They were happy; I was jealous
‘What if I asked you to marry me right now, without knowing more?’
What would you say if you could talk with your 12-year-old self?
Loss of everything you value can be a new beginning, not the end
My books are time machines that tell you where (and who) I’ve been
‘All animals are equal, but [deaf] animals are more equal than others’
Ron Paul isn’t a racist, but the old newsletters need a credible response
Hypocritical Republicans wimp out on free market when politics calls