Chronic Bad Luck

My life is like that weird part of YouTube that people always seem to get dragged towards. One minute you’re watching a dog biting water and toddlers replacing the “d” in “duck” with an “f”, the next you’re looking through the long list of cyst-popping videos on the right sleeve of your recommendations.
It happens, and although we don’t usually share these discoveries with other people, there’s no denying it when you go to show someone a video and “weird looking poop” appears in your history.
This is my life in a nut shell. No matter what I start out doing, it always ends miles away from the target. Sometimes for the better, but usually not.  I pretend that I’m not entertained by my bad luck, but truth be told, it’s become a part of who I am in ways I never would’ve imagined.
It took a while to reach the other side of it, but once I did, I found that laughing at my utterly shitty luck is a lot more fun than the outcome turning out in my favor. Not to say that I don’t want better luck, I welcome it with open arms, but I’m more amazed by the things that could possibly go wrong (and usually do) than I am at anything that could ever turn out right; it makes life a lot less boring.
Overall, I guess I’m saying I’ve learned the hard way to make the best of it because it’s not going away any time soon, and yesterday was proof of that. No need to explain, I’m just saying, embrace it fellow sufferers of misfortune, embrace it all.

Something New

How many times have you said to yourself (or someone else) “the average person is an idiot” or some variation of that? How many times have you also justified an unkind or ill-mannered act by saying “oh well, anyone else would’ve done the same thing” or some alternation of that? That it never occurred to me before is dumbfounding.
My own hypocrisy was unveiled right before me this morning when I justified my guilt by paralleling it to the acts of the average person… the ones that I’ve considered stupid and churlish on countless occasions.

It’s not really uncommon to feel that you’re somehow exempt from the general faults of man, Sartre says (paraphrasing) that man envisions the perfect person and acts accordingly to this image. Not only does this hold incredible truth but it also stretches far beyond stereotypes and religious beliefs and defines man in his nakedness.
As I get nearer and nearer to 30, I’m beginning to realize that just because I have flaws doesn’t mean I’m a bad person, and if I would put more effort into my good qualities rather than trying to correct my negative ones, the negative ones would certainly be less noticeable, or at least less abrasive.
However, when I have a chance to see myself from the other side of the table, it’s always good to polish up on the ole manners.

We’re all hypocrites and if we’re lucky, we get a good glance at our contradictions every now and then. Whatever we choose to do with this awareness doesn’t make us or break us, but it does give us an opportunity to consider our actions and our words more cautiously.