While I wouldn't call myself superstitious, I'm half Irish. Which means I'm superstitious. Forthwith are ways in which I believe the universe messes with me on a regular basis.
Faulty electronics. Back before I got married and changed my name, I was party to The Townsley Curse, which involved the frequent breaking of telephones and televisions. Luckily that's hasn't carried over. My parents, however, still fall victim. In fact, their months-old TV had to be repaired just last week.
Hurting myself when I'm specifically trying not to hurt myself. I found an old brooch on the floor today (my 2-year-old found it in a jewelry box), and I stooped to pick it up for fear he'd stab himself. I promptly stabbed myself under the fingernail, torture-style.
That time I had two major car accidents in two different cars on the same day. So that only happened once, but that was a major clusterF--- courtesy of the universe that I will never forgive the universe for.
Inappropriate seasonal feelings. Ever feel Christmasey in late July? How about a hankering for the beach in December? Happens to me every year.
How does the universe screw with you?
Posted by Erin of The Fierce Beagle
Friday, August 27, 2010
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