A regular person may fancy about anything entangling their attention. But since you do not consider yourself a regular person, you do something that is scarcely done by the vast majority. But then again, since you also believe that your mind is capable of devouring the whole of the universe itself, your brainwork swelled into your reverie of the breathing abstraction of all possibilities: the sun shines--before it gets really cold--the fluffy snow didn't stopped gravitating until its accumulation reaches 10 feet high. You lost in a dancing competition--before you got depressed and got hit by a truck--but survived, losing everything except your head, torso and everything in it. You're so broke--it could still get worse--and menacing--then you found out you won the lottery--after you accidentally pitched your winning ticket in the blazing flames abiding in your fireplace.
Now, have a deep breath--because you really can't stand repugnant fantasies. So do I. But these are just few of the undeniable realities that happens in the real life. Things happen beyond our control--good or bad--from comprehensible to the unimaginable. And sometimes, no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves that we've already snift the worst crap, we've actually not inhaled anything yet.
You must be curious about what could possibly prompted me to write about these horrendous things. If not, I will tell it anyway (this is my blog, remember? ).
It was after I blogged about how things could possibly go wrong without the electric-powered-man-invented-gears (see entry), induced by our home computer's consistent reminders of its desire to retire, our workstations at work--the Local Area Network (LAN), all went down and offline for 2 straight days. Which requires us into carrying out the antediluvian ways of doing our operations. I mean... really? All these things has to happen the very day after I hurt my writing hand, when I accidentally (stupidly) slammed an aluminum door right on it. Of all the time the circumstances should have made it easier for me to write manually, I just had to injure it first. These, more than anything else, propelled me to excogitate the Murphy's law--an apothegm or a traditional saying that typically states that "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong"
Lemony Snicket calls these form of anomalies A Series Of Unfortunate Events, to others just stark sequences of bad luck, while to some just sheer unpropitious coincidences. But as for me, these mishaps, howbeit they must be defined, unambiguously makes me as fidgety as the lodgers of the infernal regions.
