MySpace bulletins and the cosmic concept of luck.

So you know those chain bulletins on MySpace and the similar e-mails? The ones that say "you'll die in seven days if you don't repost this" or "you'll have relationship problems for the next five years if you don't send this to someone else"? What if those were real?

Like, obviously, they aren't, but what if, by some stroke of bad luck brought upon me by the universe, I didn't repost one of those fucking stupid things and now I'm doomed to all of those horrible threats at the end of each one? It's ridiculous, I know, and I'm not saying it's happened. But what if?

I mean, think about it. Sometimes, certain people always have a knack for one outcome of a situation. A friend of mine, when playing Super Smash Brothers: Brawl, always gets Munchlax whenever he throws a pokeball in the game. It's stupid, right? Stupid to believe that there's even the remote possibility that something is influencing that, but what are the odds? When iTunes is on shuffle for another of my friends, "Baby got Back" is always, unfailingly, the fifth song that plays. Not when she tries to show someone, mind you, but she's told me and I certainly believe it.

I'm probably crazy, and it's funny to think about, but what if all of those "you'll have bad luck for seven years," "you'll have horrible relationships for the next five years," and "you'll be plagued with a feeling of self-doubt far beyond your years for the rest of your life" all came true for me because I didn't repost some stupid fucking bulletin on MySpace?

I don't think it's beyond the realm of possibility.

But maybe I just have a knack for dating assholes, naturally bad judgment, and a sense of self-doubt far beyond my years. Maybe.

I think the bad luck part, at least, is the fault of MySpace.