I was talking to a fellow Caltech grad recently about getting picked into Dabney House during college.
Every Caltech freshman gets picked into one of the seven Houses (dorms), during the first week of college. It's like the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts. At the time, I was more of a traditional Chinese person, so I thought I would be picked into one of the mainstream North Houses.
Instead, because my photo ID had a picture of me sticking out my tongue, I got picked into the hippie House. I was initially in shell shock. My fellow denizens walked around barefoot, went hot tubbing nude, dropped acid, and did all manner of other things that shocked me to my core. I could not understand how I, a traditional chinese girl, got picked into this House.
But now in hindsight, I feel like there was no other choice. Of course I belonged in the House where anything goes. I am such a Darb. It was also nice that we happened to have a heavy concentration of top computer science majors.
Sometimes decisions seem so arbitrary and inexplicable at first, and then in time they become clear. Dabney House was prescient to pick me based on the goofy photo ID. Now there are many times when I make a decision based on gut instinct and a small trigger, and it seems inexplicable at the time. I start to wonder if I behaved foolishly to make a decision that I can't fully rationalize. But usually it ends up making sense. Sometimes it takes years to fully play out, but usually your subconscious makes good decisions. Go with it.