Posted by Shirley on April 7, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I’ve been wondering lately what the hell causes these random periods of bad luck I occasionally find myself in. Since Sunday, I feel like the Gods are having a good ol’ laugh at me.
It’s just that everything is breaking…
Like, my new bike that I bought.
That broke.
I had to go back to my old bike. That was fine until yesterday after almost getting knocked down on the way home, I cycled through the park and some little teenage twit throw a ball to his dog with one of these things:
I don’t know what they are called but if I had taken it off him, I’d have beat him black and blue with it…
He threw the ball into my path and his two dogs came running after it, causing me to break suddenly and my bike got such a shock that it’s chain came off. He muttered sorry under his breath like it wasn’t a big deal and pretended not to notice that the chain came off my bike. I yelled at him. I did!
I told him he was very gentlemanly and told him he shudda looked before he threw his ball. He just kept walking and pretended he didn’t hear me. I got so mad I couldn’t contain it but I did. I contained it. My veins were bulging out the side-a my head though…
I got oil all over my hands and my coat and my keys and on the door and on the walls.
Yeah, so that bike broke too. My laptop is broken again, after spending £150 fixing it over a month ago…
I went to an audition and I didn’t get it.
There are loads more little minor bits of bad luck too… I wonder if maybe it will balance itself out and I will go through a really lucky phase!?
Once my driving instructor told me that she was teaching this very holy Muslim girl how to drive. When it came to do her test, she got the day off work and went to the test centre only to be told that her test was cancelled. She was completely unphased by it.
The Driving Instructor said “Jeez that’s an awful pain it was cancelled isn’t it?” and she said “Nah, It’s what Allah wanted”…
That story always stuck with me for some reason…
It’s quite a calm way to think… Like anytime anything went wrong or didn’t go ‘my way’, I could just say “Allah wants it that way…”
Well I hope Allah wants what I want… Ay there’s the rub, methinks…
Hmmmm….
Posted by Shirley on April 1, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I whizz past this house every evening and usually this fella is looking out the window. He always clocks me and I wave at him so we can have some interaction.
He always looks confused when I wave… You know when you see someone you think you know? And you say hello to them… and then they look at you strange and you realise it’s not the person you thought it was…Well, that’s how he looks at me… He’s kinda snobby. I like him though… I wanna make friends with him…
