I could maybe possibly be cursed. Clearly, I've done something to upset *fate?* and now I'm paying the price. I mean... I own two black cats. So I guess I'm playing with fire here.
I made the mistake of watching the movie " Good Luck Chuck" (If you hate yourself/too curious to not click... here's a link to the trailer: Massive waste of life ). I was desperate for a chick flick. I wasted 96 valuable minutes of my life watching this movie but it did kind of win me over in a narcissistic way. The girl in the movie is a walking disaster. She sorta reminded me of myself. She's klutzy, aloof, and overall cursed with bad luck. No worries. Things work out when she finds a guy who is magically lucky and they balance each other out (he sleeps with women and they find they're true love!) *Most ridiculous plot in the world..*
Because I'm half awake and I saw my parallel in a painfully bad block buster, I will think of my situation like this: I have two options: I have option A) Find a real life Good Luck Chuck OR option B) find a good luck charm to carry around. Very logical I know. It's a talent. I feel like option B is more viable.
Generally, I wouldn't go so far as to call myself cursed. I have the occasional mishap, but who doesn't? Recently however, I guess fate felt the need to prove a point: You can't snuggle black cats and open umbrellas indoors and see no consequences. Touche fate. Touche.
Today I've managed to flood my house and ruin my kitchen ceiling, all by tapping a pipe under the sink with a container of soap. I broke a 6 month old GPS by looking at it. OH and I hit a copious number of frogs trying to avoid road construction. And.... my hamster was almost eaten by my cat. And... I might've lost a 300 dollar check. Last week? I destroyed my car driving to volunteer at an animal clinic. I lost all of my pants after packing up my house to go on the market. Last month? I flashed my ass to our realtor (husband of our minister) when I fell trying to paint our porch. Just a series of unfortunate events....
It's funny how you don't truly embrace superstition until hot brown liquid instantaneously spews like mini gorges throughout your house. I'm currently packing for school in the dark, while dodging bowls of brown water (still dripping from the ceiling). Tomorrow, I'm stopping at a gas station before I head off for Ithaca. I'm buying a rabbit's foot and a four leaf clover key chain. My Buddha will be on my dashboard at all times and I'm making it my goal to find a heads up penny in the street to pick up. Just to be safe....
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