Karma Hates Me

I used to think I was a little bit paranoid. But after yesterday, I got confirmation that everyone really is out to get me. Or at least Karma is out to get me.

So of course that amazing guy never called. I should have known better than to think that last Saturday's happiness could be sustained, replicated, or expanded upon. I'm a fucking idiot.

You would think this would be enough to handle on a random January Sunday. Unfortunately, Karma felt like delivering another swift kick to my unsuspecting ass.

I went to Publix last night to buy my groceries for the week. Had my iPod on, was minding my own business, but realized I forgot to get pancake mix. I turned around from the produce section and returned to the jellies, condiments, and coffee aisle. I was about to turn the corner and then, completely without warning, I nearly ran into ex-BF.

Aside from driving near each other on the causeway, this was the first time I had seen him since he left my apartment for the last time in September. We exchanged about thirty seconds of polite conversation before he scurried off when I asked him how studying was going. Thank goodness he left, because I felt like I might throw up.

Talking to my friend A through my sobs, I asked how much more of this can I be expected to take? For whatever reason, I feel like my romantic life has begun to resemble a story from Classical mythology - perhaps the Herculean trials or The Odyssey. Karma is testing me. I'm a fairly tough cookie, but this is just getting ridiculous. The events of the week (see two posts ago) are clearly some kind of cosmic sign that I'm not reading correctly. Frankly, I just don't get it.

And more importantly, why me?