The universe continues to lift its leg against the bark of my skin.
I am past the point of seeing things as merely coincidence. If that were the case than I would have to trump my daily life up to bad luck, which is, for some, an unfortunate interpretation of coincidence. No, my situation is straight universal vengeance, yo.
It isn’t the kill me now variety. This is more like the frog in the pot sort of situation. Here is one example: I’ve been pulled over twice this month by the police. The latest stop was just a few minutes ago, capping off an all too terrible day. The first stop was for an illegal lane change. In other words, I moved from one lane to the other on a through street without using my turn signal. Tonight’s stop was a lot more obvious–He followed me from my house to Walmart and pulled me over just before I reached the store parking lot. I wasn’t speeding. Well, I did go 47 in a 45 for a moment, but it wasn’t even the reason he pulled me over. Apparently my tag was expired. Something he discovered after tailing two feet behind my car for, well, ever. He gave me a warning and then proceeded to explain the multitude of reasons he could’ve cited me and reminded me how grateful I should be.
I’m grateful–to an extent.
I’m tired of being pulled over. I am tired of tires blowing out on the road. I am tired of my dog strategically soiling my house and the cat strategically waking me up when she is just that bored. I am tired of overzealous parents who turn youth sports into the world series.
I’m just flat out tired.