For over a glorious quarter of a century of living, I've seemingly crossed the paths of invisible black cats, been shaded by unseen open umbrellas while indoors, walked under through the opening of dozens of ladders disguised as doorways, or perhaps the three car windshields I've cracked have actually been secret mirrors. It's normal for me to often hear, "of course that would happen to you.." after I tell a misfortunate story of literally misplacing hundreds of dollars of my first professional paycheck, finding out I'm driving with a suspended license on my first day of a new job (by a state trooper informing me and then ticketing me for speeding, expired tag, and the before mentioned license), or losing weeks worth of work within mere minutes of a crucial deadline because of a crashing server or even better, accidentally hitting a surge protector with an anxious foot.
The point is, you really don't want me to pick out your lottery numbers, be near you on your wedding day, or on the same airplane as yourself...
As I've gotten older and more accepting of the inevitable sh*t that will happen to me, I've started to see humor in mini tragedies of every day life. Basically this blahhhg is a recollection of those moments / months / years that have just seemed to fall into my world.. not really meant as the "Poor Little Rodney Saga Series," but more so a ridiculous look at some ridiculous things that confirm that I must have been a tyrant in my past life.
Enjoy.
