Irony

Why is it that when you don't want to run into someone, you suddenly run into them all the time and everywhere?! For the love of god, this planet exists of 6.774 billion people, of those 6.774 billion people there are maybe only 3 people i dislike and somehow i keep running into them..I mean i'm not a high maintenance kinda girl. I'm flexibel, laugh at jokes i don't find funny and i let old people sit on my seat in the train. Is it too much to ask of the man upstairs to magically make only those few people i dislike emigrate to another universe?! I bet the old man is laughing his ass off. We are all just pawns in this ironic game called life. But what a great, unpredictable life it is..