I've had some truly shitty moments this weekend. Like the time my bank card got swallowed by that fucker ATM - not through any fault of my own, but because my card's edge didn't quite align with the plastic liner surrounding the card slot. Because I had to show up at just that precise moment, use the ATM on the left, instead of the right (when in doubt 'to the left to left' thanks again Beyonce)... because the man before me and the lady after me had no problemo at all - I have to deduce that the issue here was me.
Or then at 5.30 this morning, as the birds started greeting the new day with their chirpy chirps, and the cool leaves were being warmed by touches of the sun, while sleepily attempting that tricky manoeuvre from my left side lying position, to my back, I somehow managed to crack my neck and spend the next hour sobbing into my sheets, and the remainder of my day almost exclusively attached to my home made wheat bag. Say it with me now... mother fucker.
Yet, I will not crumble, I will not succumb, because it is an absolute necessity for me to believe that these things are happening to me for a specific reason that I cannot yet identify.