O Fortuna

I have been saying this constantly to everyone who will hear (and even those who don't) that Fate hates me. Really, it does.

Everyone knows that now. What they don't know is why I think that, or why Fortuna, in her blind *ahem* impartiality *ahem* chooses to constantly frustrate me. Only two people in the whole wide universe (maybe we have twins in alternate universes, so I'll leave that possibility open) know the answer to the first question, and don't I wish I knew the answer to the second one. That way, I would at least be maybe possibly slightly less miserable and could do something about... stuff. Or maybe I wouldn't be able to do anything about... stuff. Because clearly I can't do anything about anything, given the circumstances. It's all circumstances, really. Every time. All. The. Fucking. Time.

I wish they were good circumstances, for once in my life. But no. As soon as a favorable opportunity appears on the horizon, I get my hopes up. But oh wait! Fate, this hateful hag, tweaks the fabric of the time-space continuum for some reason unknown to (wo)mankind (basically me) (although maybe it's really obvious to anyone but me... Am I missing something here?) and wrecks everything. AGAIN. Every. Single. Time. Trust me. It's been two years.

I'm assuming still no one has any idea what I am talking about, but at least I've done my bitching for the day (mostly). I will probably post about it later. If (oh please oh please oh please) SOMEthing (I'm not even asking for everything!) goes right next time.

I realize that I just cussed out Fate, which may not be the most proactive way to go about it. But hey, catharsis.

I rest my case.