I’d probably be a very happy person, who is privileged to have lots and lots of good fortune. These are all four (and a few five, and one six)-leaf clovers that I’ve found in my backyard since like March. It’s safe to say that there are at least 150 of varying sizes in this pile, and plenty more that have been discovered and eaten by cats or the dog.
Needless to say, if four-leaf clovers actually granted good luck, I’d probably be a pretty happy person.
Unfortunately, things don’t necessarily work out that way.
This weekend caps off a stretch of frustration in which I’m feeling quite dejected because quite frankly things just aren’t working out my way. From the littlest things to more substantial things, it’s not so much a matter of luck as it is simply just wanting something to work out for the good, and not resulting me in feeling frustrated and trying so hard to keep my feelings of anger from boiling over.
I know the world is full of things that we cannot control, so it’s silly to let them get to us, but seriously, that’s inspirational and sage advice to listen to, but we’re human beings, and we have hopes and aspirations for getting things we want, and it’s going to be disappointing if and when it doesn’t occur.
For starters, over the span of the last month or so, without fail, it has started raining almost every single Friday, and continued into the weekends, effectively derailing every single attempt I had at getting my car and driving somewhere to see a new minor league ballpark. The one weekend in which it did not rain, happened to be the weekend where my car’s air conditioning went out; if there was any luck at all over the last few weeks, it’s the fact that my car just so narrowly happened to be within warranty, to where I wasn’t on the hook for the probably costly A/C repair.
More recently, I experienced my first ever seat take-back on a flight; meaning, I made a flight, only for a crew member to locate me and tell me to get off the flight. I’ve always known that this is always a possibility, but this is the first time it’s ever actually happened to me, and I’m still admittedly a bit shocked about the whole thing. I mean, I was seated, getting comfortable, and feeling really relieved, only for it all to be taken away from me in the blink of an eye. I would rather have not made the flight at all, ten times out of ten, compared to that cruel denigration.
Needless to say, I am at my wit’s end. I’m in a pessimistic frame of mind where I believe that absolutely nothing can go right for me, and have zero expectations that anything good will happen for me any time soon. I can find all the four-leaf clovers in the world, all for naught, because the myth is nothing but bullshit. Luck does not exist, and if it did, I am not allowed to have any.
First world problems and all that jazz, but I don’t really ask for much in life, and it seems like the world’s forces are still not willing to budge even for the smallest things.
