Why is it that when life is standing on your very last nerve, tapping out Cotton-Eyed Joe, the most ridiculous things happen? WHY?
I am not talking about shoestrings breaking–you are stressed and pull harder than usual. Got that. NO, I am talking about the load of white clothes tying itself up into such a knot that you are not even sure it is still clean after all the dirty wordy that spewed out while UN-knotting them. Or the, not one but TWO cups of coffee you spill on your self before a meeting, when you are being extra careful. The first one drips out the side seam and the second one spills when a darling little girl toddles over to grab you leg…Seriously? How about trying to avoid 3 aggressive drivers and dinging the door of your car on the pole. They all drive off. Yes, that kind of thing.
Coincidence? I think not. You just have less tolerance right then…No. It would be a big problem any old day, but it happens on THOSE days. You know what I am talking about. Karma? Nope, that is the whole “if, then” logic. If you are having a bad day, you do things that cause this to happen (I think). I, at least, go into extra-careful mode on those days. Maybe I deserved this, the whole “goes around, comes around” thing. Seriously? No one deserves this stuff.
This is why people believe in sprites.