Okay, let me tell you what went down a while back. It felt like everything was going wrong, one thing after another, piling up until I genuinely started to think, maybe, just maybe, someone actually put a curse on me. Sounds crazy, right? But hear me out.
It started small. My favorite mug, the one I used every single morning, just slipped out of my hand and smashed. Annoying, sure, but stuff happens. Then, the next day, my car wouldn’t start. Dead battery. Okay, fine, cars break down. Got that fixed. Cost a bit, but whatever.
Then it got weird
Literally the day after fixing the car, I was walking down the street, and a bird pooped right on my head. Like, a direct hit. People laughed. It sucked. That same week, my internet connection kept dropping during important calls. My router was apparently fine, the company couldn’t find an issue. It just… stopped working reliably.
This is where I started thinking it wasn’t just bad luck. It felt targeted. Like someone, somewhere, was poking a voodoo doll with my face on it. I even remembered this weird argument I had with an old neighbor weeks before, nothing major, but she gave me this really nasty look. My brain just latched onto that.
- Smashed mug
- Dead car battery
- Bird incident (direct hit!)
- Internet failing constantly
- Lost my keys for a whole day (found them in the fridge?!)
- A project I worked hard on got scrapped last minute
I started getting jumpy. Dropped things more often. Felt stressed all the time. I actually spent an afternoon looking up ‘how to remove a curse’ online. Found a bunch of nonsense about salt and chanting. Didn’t do any of it, felt too stupid, but the fact I even looked it up shows where my head was at.
I was complaining constantly. My friends probably got sick of hearing about it. “You won’t BELIEVE what happened today,” became my catchphrase. It was draining.
Snapping out of it
Eventually, things just… calmed down. No big event snapped me out of it. The weird stuff just stopped happening with such intensity. Maybe the ‘curse’ ran its course? Or maybe, more likely, it was just a statistically bad run of luck combined with me focusing way too much on the negative. Once I stopped expecting bad things to happen, I noticed the normal, okay stuff more.
Looking back, it was probably just a really rough patch. Life throws those at you. But man, in the thick of it, that feeling of being cursed? It felt incredibly real. Made me realize how much your mindset can color everything. Now, when a couple of bad things happen close together, I take a deep breath and tell myself, “It’s just life, not a hex.” Mostly works.