In college, I used to think Fridays were the worst. I had the worst days.<\/p>\n
I would wake up\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsomething horrible would happen. Maybe I burn my food and it would be disgusting. Or that I miss the bus by a minute and I can see it pulling away.<\/p>\n
Then it would collapse into having a fight with a friend. A spat with a lover. Or my manager yelling at me.<\/p>\n
I would lose something. Over pay something. Get shafted at a store. Receive a bad grade.<\/p>\n
At the end of the Friday, I would declare to myself\u00e2\u20ac\u201dalways bad luck, every Friday is the 13th<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Yet they are just events. They are just purely<\/i> events. It is simply that I lost my keys and that’s ok. It’s unrelated to the fact this evening’s unexpected argument. It’s not the reason that I dropped a precious plate at my friend’s house. No causation or correlation.<\/p>\n
So then, I will not say I had a bad day.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In college, I used to think Fridays were the worst. I had the worst days. I would wake up\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsomething horrible would happen. Maybe I burn my food and it would be disgusting. Or that I miss the bus by a … Continue reading