The New Bennett Sisters

I have this theory. The more God- or the universe, or fate, or the llama deities, or whoever you believe runs things- sticks us with bad luck, the more good luck we rack up for later. And vice versa. It's the rubber band effect- the more you pull back on it, the harder it's going to snap back.

I have to wonder if that's what's happening in my life right now. The past few weeks were, simply put, complete shit. Angry confrontations, broken heart, lengthy apology letters, confusion, and all that. I tried to control all of it, too. Figure everything out into small solvable problems, when the whole mess is really too complicated for anyone to ever figure out. That's what generally happens when you fall in love with someone who's in love with someone else who's in love with someone else. It all gets complicated.

But the past few days have been full of extraordinary good luck, hence my rubber band theory. It's probably not karma, seeing as how I'm really not that good of a person. I'm too sarcastic, cynical, and all around not very nice to deserve any kind of good luck. But that's all that's been hitting me for the past week. I'm kind of suspicious of it, actually.

It's hard t just sit back and accept good luck when you know it's all coming back to get you in a little while. At what point does the rubber band begin to get stretched too far back the other direction?