There's an old saying, "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you." Well, I definitely am paranoid, so I'm frequently confronted with inanimate objects or appliances that seem to be hellbent not to cooperate with me.
My internet router is the obvious example. It works fine 90% of the time, but, anytime I'm downloading something big, or about to submit a really long post or e-mail that I haven't copied, the connection will drop out and I'll lose everything I devoted the last hour to. Why? Because it hates me.
My shower is the next one. Every time I use it, it's a certainty that either the hot water will run out, or, all of a sudden, the water will go scalding hot? Why? Well, it could be because people in my house are jerks and don't care that I'm in the shower, but I prefer to think that it's because the shower hates me.
My strat is another one. It's normally a loyal little guitar, and I play it every day, usually without a problem, but, every single time I have to perform in front of people, there'll be a problem with the jack and the lead will only work if I'm standing in a certain orientation with a certain amount of pressure on it and I'm wearing the right colour shirt. So, I have to leave my $2000 Fender Strat at home and perform on my $160 acoustic guitar instead. Why? Because my guitar hates me.
So, maybe I'm cursed. Maybe I have no luck. But, then again, maybe I'm not alone. Do any of you fall into this category? Do you ever get the feeling that something of yours hates you?
My internet router is the obvious example. It works fine 90% of the time, but, anytime I'm downloading something big, or about to submit a really long post or e-mail that I haven't copied, the connection will drop out and I'll lose everything I devoted the last hour to. Why? Because it hates me.
My shower is the next one. Every time I use it, it's a certainty that either the hot water will run out, or, all of a sudden, the water will go scalding hot? Why? Well, it could be because people in my house are jerks and don't care that I'm in the shower, but I prefer to think that it's because the shower hates me.
My strat is another one. It's normally a loyal little guitar, and I play it every day, usually without a problem, but, every single time I have to perform in front of people, there'll be a problem with the jack and the lead will only work if I'm standing in a certain orientation with a certain amount of pressure on it and I'm wearing the right colour shirt. So, I have to leave my $2000 Fender Strat at home and perform on my $160 acoustic guitar instead. Why? Because my guitar hates me.
So, maybe I'm cursed. Maybe I have no luck. But, then again, maybe I'm not alone. Do any of you fall into this category? Do you ever get the feeling that something of yours hates you?
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