I'm a superstitious girl. If there's a ladder, I walk around it, never under. If I accidentally spill salt, I toss a pinch more over my shoulder. Clean floor be damned. I am very careful with mirrors because to break one might mean 7 years of trouble. Bad luck tends to call my life home, and I don't need to invite more of it into my little universe, so I do everything in my power to avoid it.
My superstitions conflict with my stubborn independence. I love flowers, but I don't need a boy to buy me flowers. I can buy my own flowers. But, if I buy my own flowers, does this send a message to the universe that I don't want a boy to buy me flowers? It's my mind's version of superstition.
I go to the market to pick up a few things, and I spy out of the corner of my eyes these sun flowers. I want them, but I am torn. I don't need the flowers, and I certainly don't want to mess with the universe, so I walk away. Head down, blinders on, I plow through my list, but all I want is that bouquet of fresh sun flowers. The market is closing and the vendors are packing up. I panic, and then I cave. I buy the bouquet of sun flowers.
Apparently sunflowers are symbolic of faith and luck, two things that my universe could use. Maybe it was meant to be.
Unfortunately, I don't own a vase.
The only conclusion that I can draw from this is as follows: I need to buy a vase in order to invite the universe to send my way a boy to buy me flowers.