when things go wrong…
The uncertainty of life begins to get on your nerves sometimes. It then seems like a series of random unrelated events that decide to occur in a particular order thanks to, what seems to be, a metaphorical draw of lots. The only reassurance in all of this is that, in that draw of lots, there may have been other things that were left out. That only these few privileged misfortunes had the good enough fortune that enabled their occurrence. It is to that probability that I owe my thanks, obviously not in the moment, because that would require a foresight of phenomenal capability – something that I hope will come with the passage of time.
The occurrence of most of these is beyond our control. The most we can do is click our tongues and mourn the untimely nature of the same, hoping that they hadn’t happened, only to realise that they were bound to happen later, if not now. In such cases there’s no other option but to accept what comes your way. Although this is also true for most other misfortunes, the only reason this is the lesser evil is because it doesn’t carry with it the burden of regret or the ‘what if’.
The pot had to blow, you think, in most other situations. When saturation point is reached, the only thing that repeatedly happens is the overflowing. This overflowing doesn’t seem to be quite the issue until you notice that it’s actually starting to collect a little flood around the place. Then what? This is where our dear old friend regret comes to us with this oh-so-guiltless look on his face, even though you know that all this while he has been watching, sitting inconspicuously on his couch of condescension, waiting for the right moment to enter the picture. And when the lull sets in after the first blow of that misfortune, you find him staring at you menacingly in the face.
You sense the crescendo build up gradually. Just when you feel you’ve peaked that climax, out pops the anti-climax, from the corner, oxymoronically adding to the climax you’ve been experiencing through this past series of misfortunes. It’s the cherry on top that came along only to be seen from afar as the apex of what, almost undoubtedly, was the apex itself up until now. So what do you do?
Till now you had figured for yourself that you would keep your cool through all of this. But the unprecedented visit by that conniving little cherry really went and turned it all upside down. You feel your temper rise like it was going to skyrocket through the roof of that imaginary thermometer inside your brain. By now you’re so caught up in the adrenaline that the anger pumps, and the anger that the adrenaline pumps in return, that you don’t pre-empt the second flood that’s going to take place.
It’s the thermometer that’s blown. Oh what a blighted mess. It’s time you walk back to your room, shut the door and fall off to sleep letting some Zeppelin play in the background, and figure that there’s not much to think about. The only thing you probably did wrong, was waking up on the wrong side of the bed, or on the right side of your bed, and in the attempt of ensuring that, revealing all those idiotic things you did that you’d been hiding under the pillow so nobody saw it.
Godforsaken luck. Bah. Humbug.
