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Luck has been on my mind quite a bit recently - or at least, my total lack thereof has been on my mind. I've been pondering writing about this on the blog for a while now, so here goes.

I have abysmally bad luck. It has come to the point where others (aside from myself), are recognizing the auraof awefulness that seems to surround me. It seems to manifest itself on almost a daily basis, with a varying degree each day.

I'll admit it - nothing terrible has happened to me that would convince me that I've got worse luck than some, but my misfortune is a considerable irritant to me (and those around me). For example - when I'm in a hurry to get somewhere in the car, I inevitable hit every single red light along the way. I know, I know - that happens to everyone. But ride along with me sometime, and you'll see it seems to happen with crazy frequency around me. If it isn't a red light, it is a traffic jam. Another car-related instance happens to be finding a parking spot. When I'm along in the car, I am never able to find a spot within 5 miles of where I need to park. When my wife is in the car, we get the first spot. We've started referring to this as "Martha Luck."

It doesn't end with the car, though. I have also been breaking things with alarming frequency, and while this may just be an indication of my poor fine motor skills, it's usually as a result of something bizarre happening. Usually this involves something slipping off a shelf and hitting me on the head on the way down to the floor. My bad luck also injures people, such as when I pick up a box and the bottom drops out and the contents land on someone's foot.

Of course none of this is horrible stuff, but it is very irksome, and happens daily. There are some instances of good luck mixed in (usually at hockey), but by and large, my luck is horrible.