Which is good, I guess, since I should have learnt this for a looong time now with all the little things that happened to me.
What happened today to bring this about, you might ask.
Well, I had to go to the family's doctor for a piece of paper, cause my sister was in school and she couldn't retrieve them.
I was in a little bit of a hurry cause I wanted to get home and start to write my essay (I still have to write 3 and I have an exam coming up too, and since I'm working in the weekend I won't have the time for everything).
When I got there I burst into her office without waiting, even though there was a little girl with a broken arm in front of me.
I heard them complain of how much of a bastard I am for not waiting in line, but I shrugged it off, since I knew the whole thing will only last a couple of seconds.
Indeed, the doctor gave me the original, so I had to run off and make a copy of it and bring the original back so they could file it away.
In the meantime the little girl went in, but I only gave them a little glance as I was running down the steps in a shot.
After a couple of seconds of making the copy and paying for it, I turned around to run back up.
I was in such a hurry, I managed to stumble, and fall. I guess the weirdest thing I did in the second that I found myself on my knees on the stairs was to look around me if someone saw me, instead of looking for any injuries (Apparently my pride is a lot more important for me than being hurt).
Thankfully, there was no one around so I got up, shook the dust off and limped back up. I even managed to overcome the limp just before I got inside, so no one was the wiser.
I guess I have a reason not to do "bad" stuff from now on.
I'm really unlucky, and chances are that I will have to pay for everything.
Like yesterday, when I was a little bit angry for having to make a pasta-kind of dough (if there is something I hate, it's making dough...), and the first thing I did when I put my hand on the grater was to cut a decent chunk off my thumb.
Or that time in elementary school when I wanted to help out one of my classmates in art class by saying my drawing was his, and the professor caught us out and it was me that was punished for it instead of the other person.
Or that time I was walking around the city with my sister and we saw a chimney sweeper. As the myth says, if you see a chimney sweeper you have to touch a button on your clothes and something good will happen to you. Well, we did that, and in the next second I managed to stumble on my own feet and land head-first in the concrete in front a half the city. (I guess believing in such thing is a sin, or whatnot)
And I could go on and on and on with the embarrassing stories of my life, but I guess this will be quite enough - these last few days I shared too many info as it is.
So what do you guys think? Am I being punished or am I just really unlucky?
And did you have anything like this happen to you?
