I know it’s both pathetic and retarded to see things as entirely influenced by good luck. I mean, of all people who should be thinking that way, I’d be the least of them. However, sometimes I just can’t help but think that I’m some sort of a lucky charm to anyone I care for, especially guys that I’ve had relationships with. I cannot be really specific but I’ve just noticed that guys that I’ve been in a relationship with all have done really good right after we broke up. Better career, nicer car, and even better relationships…it’s as if after a relationship with me, I’ve given them the luck so that they may get what they want. But with me, it’s as if nothing really specially good happens. I still stay the same. I told one of my exes about this little theory and he even joked about breaking up with me so he could get his dream car. Well, he didn’t get his dream car after we broke up. But he did get a nice car.
This just sort of reminds me of Lindsay Lohan’s romantic comedy movie, Just My Luck.
Lindsay plays Ashley Albright, the luckiest girl in the world. She can have it her way all the way. When she comes out of the building, there’s always several taxicabs waiting for her. When she buys a lottery ticket, she always get the biggest prize. She’s so brilliant at work that her boss loves her much enough to provide her with a credit card to buy whatever she wants.
And then, there’s Chris Pine, playing Jake Hardin, the unluckiest guy in the world. He always gets paint in his clothes, gets caught in the rain, and runs on every sort of misfortune there is.
Then, at a masquerade party, they met and kissed, their fates changing. Ashley becomes the unlucky girl, losing her job, her home, and her credit cards, while Jake gets his band signed up to become one of the hottest talents in the city. As the story goes, they find out that whenever they kiss, their fates get switched. However, in the end, they did decide to give the luck to somebody else.
And so I feel a little like Ashley at the moment. The Unlucky Ashley who gave her luck to another. Well, I don’t know if there’s any amount of kissing that could “bring back” such good fortune to me.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination doing overtime.
And so that’s the vague reason why I think I’m a lucky charm (sorry I can’t elaborate much. There are personal stuff that I can blog about but there are also unbloggable stuff).
So, if you want to get luckier, you’ve got to have me, I guess, and make me care for you. Then, after a while, go break up with me and you’ll get the thing that you want.
Oh boy. What’s next? I’m going to be a genie?
