Amber kitteh

Amber kitteh

Everything that could possibly go wrong today duly did so. The most alarming part about it is that I didn’t even care. My unfuckwithability is positively scaring me. Here’s a selected list of disasters that befell me within twenty-four hours:

  • Not only did someone take my seat on the morning bus, but the evening bus was a substitute one. Among other downgrades, there was no Wi-Fi on board. I don’t need to say more. Except that I was considering staying overnight, sleeping rough with (as of among) the local homeless population.
  • When I arrived home, freezing and starving, I mindlessly dropped my earphones on the floor, which attracted the mindful cat, who chewed the right-ear wire within a split of second. Now I have a mono listening experience (a new set of earphones is on the way).
  • Five minutes later, as I was removing my favourite amber earrings from the ears, the stud of one came away from the post, and lo, I was left with a miniature sceptre and orb. I wasn’t impressed. (The broken earring is currently being fixed and will rejoin the unbroken earring and the cat pendant that goes with it – picture above).

I faced the uninterrupted series of horrors with perfect indifference. As apparent from my comments in the list, I also didn’t waste time to get things fixed asap. I hope I’m not becoming a model trouble solver. That would be very unlike me. Also, may the malevolent ruler of the universe send no more disasters my way, if I may, I’m good.

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Posted by Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

20 Comments

  1. That sucks. Bad stuff seems to happen in three’s have you noticed? Trade the cat for the replacement parts.

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    1. Haha, you’re right about disasters coming in threes. I didn’t consider trading the cat for anything, I’m afraid she’s unmarketable, I did however spent a while looking for the power button on her. There was none.

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  2. Unfuckwithability – a new word! Should be in the dictionary. I’m impressed …

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    1. I would love to claim the invention of this word for myself, alas, Rebekah taught me “unfuckwithable”, so I just made it a noun… Which already exists anyway. I’m so boringly unoriginal.

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      1. I beg to differ – I find you refreshingly and delightfully original !

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        1. I’m repeating myself, but you’re too kind…

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  3. I’m glad none of the above referred to your teaching day. I hated getting to class and discovering I’d left important things behind, like chalk, when we used chalk, handout sheets and sometimes the class list. I once asked my drama class to be invisible when I returned and they were. It was a most interesting lesson that day…..

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    1. Oh, I just skipped the mess that happened during my class that day, it’s just the same old thing over and over – no one paying attention and no one even caring. I’m quite fortified against this kind of thing though. Not my business.

      I’d love to see your invisible drama class! But wait, I assume they were invisible, so I wouldn’t see…

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      1. You may find this hard to believe but the ones most invisible were the ones who were the most obvious. Some hid behind curtains etc but two lay in the middle of the floor and were the last ones seen…..so sometimes the most obvious can be invisible to us…..

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        1. No, I don’t find it hard to believe, quite the contrary. It’s quite common for me not to see what’s in front of me. I always tell my students to sit in the front row if they wish to remain unnoticed by me.

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          1. Ahhhhhh now I know where to sit…

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          2. If you wish to be ignored, yes…

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  4. Your unfuckwithability only goes to prove you’re nearing a state of zen LOL

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    1. Please don’t try to scare me. A zen state is contradictory to my existence and I hope I will never attain it. 😉

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  5. I started to comment on this in the morning, but then figured I’d write a comment on a PC instead because it totally sucks to write on a phone… Now I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to say, but it was probably some comment about sleeping with instead of among the homeless…

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    1. Hahaha 😀 Thanks for explaining your trail of thoughts, it was fun. I’m pretty sure you originally meant to comment on the rough night with and among the homeless. I need to mind my prepositions so as not get in awkward positions.

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      1. Nothing clears the mind of clutter as a rough night spent with homeless people. Like chlorine in a filthy shower!

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        1. 😀 I’ll consider both suggestions…

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