I like to think of myself as a fatalist. Fatalism is 'the belief that all events are predetermined and therefore inevitable'. Every decision that you make leads up to one ultimate destination- no matter what, you're going to end up at this event that was destined to happen. No matter what. Or at least I tell myself that.
I guess you could say that I think everything happens for a reason. Maybe it's to push you in the right direction toward your unchangeable event. Maybe it's for something else, but whatever it may be, it happened for some reason or other.
My views on these things are always changing, circulating, circumnavigating and all that wonderful jazz. Oh, and fluctuating.
I suppose that believing in these things just comforts you. It lets you take the blame off of yourself and helps you relieve guilt. At least this way, if you fuck up too badly, you know you're still going to end up at the same spot as if you hadn't fucked up.
So to wrap up my little monologue, I truly, deep down, think that nothing happens for a reason, and people only think that for comfort. But like an overbearing fog, the thought that everything is predetermined lingers.