I don’t know if I believe in luck or not, but this week has been full of bad juju for me.
Yesterday after work I noticed my mailbox is falling down from wood rot and I can’t abide shit like that—another thing to fix. Then there was a power outage. Last night I was awaked from my slumber first by thunder, then a siren and finally a scared child. When I don’t sleep well I’m cranky. I’ll leave out the rest of the list but trust me; this is the work of the evil eye. Too many little things going wrong.
Today I began to take precautions. I don’t wear jewelry except for the wedding band and a watch, but I found what I was looking for in the safe at the back of my closet. An old family heirloom. I’m wearing it today, well hidden under my shirt so as not to arouse suspicion. The evil doer shall be repaid in the same coin, seven fold.
Of course all this can probably be chalked up to my obsessive compulsive tendencies, paranoia and a host of yet undiagnosed mental illnesses that I’m sure I harbor. I’m one of those people that locks a door, drives 300 miles and then starts to question whether or not I locked the door.
I have a few good luck CD's; and depending on what the situation calls for, I select one for heavy rotation. I don't know if it works or not, but it sure keeps me from flipping the hell out.
And I'm familiar with the door lock syndrome. Every so often, right as I'm falling asleep, I'll be hit with a rising panic: Where are my car keys? or, Where is my wallet? I can't rest until I find whatever it is I fear I've lost. Where did I file my social security card? Did I put the dentist's bill in the mail?
I'll go back 2 or 3 times to check the door lock on my house... it's not that I'm paranoid, I just don't trust myself.
Y'all are fuckin' wierd.