I’m not one to believe in bad luck. But when one crappy thing happens after another then I don’t know what to believe anymore but that you’re really cursed.
Admittedly, while growing up, I used to be extremely superstitious, to the extent that when a mirror breaks, I’d scream my head off and hide under the bed. I even recall running the other way at the sight of a black cat.
Because of being extremely superstitious, I believed in good luck charms. I’d go crazy over four-leaved clovers and horseshoes. I remember going to the nearby playground in our neighborhood and crawling on all fours in search for the elusive four-leaved clovers. When visiting farms, I’d ask for old horseshoes and end up losing them, which, on hindsight, i think is strange. How does one lose a horseshoe?
But no matter how many four-leaved clovers I found, horseshoes I kept and fake rabbits’ feet I bought, I still ended up unlucky.
I was (and still am) a perpetual klutz.
It comes to no surprise that while growing up, I sported a lot of cuts and bruises from all the tripping and falling flat on my face. Obviously, the good luck charms were not working.
Fast forward to the present, and still there are days when things just all turn out to be so wrong that we can’t help but blame everything on bad luck.
While experiencing a really lousy day, with that evil “cloud of doom” hovering above, a friend of mine said that I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Now, that just sucks because my bed is against the wall, and everyday I can only wake up on one side of the bed: the right side.
It’s on days when one wakes up on the proverbial "wrong side of the bed" that one just wishes that the ground would split open up and eat you whole.
As if having a bad hair day, not finding your socks, being late for class and forgetting your assignment is not enough, things get worse when it starts to rain, or you either fall down a flight of stairs or you trip over cracks on the ground.
And if that is not enough, while that evil little "cloud of doom" cackles mischievously at your misfortune, no rabbit’s foot, rusty horseshoe and four-leaved clover can help.
Because in the end, it’s all in the head. And sometimes, that just sucks even more.
