The story of a sharpened object (or something like that)

The story of a sharpened object (or something like that)

I don’t consider myself a superstitious person, not even a mystic. But I definitely believe in an order. As I said in the other post, ‘actions and consequences’. Again, NOT a superstitious person, but there is an order, a balance to be upheld and respected. Easiest way to explain this would be some sort of abstract law of equivalent exchange (yes, FMA:B plug ‘cause god tier art stands the test of time and can be referenced). 

Probabilities and possibilities define most of my rationale. What are the chances of me knocking over this cocktail glass I put right on the edge of the bar counter? Why not put it in the center and reduce the probabilities of being spilled? Go even further. Why even order a drink in a glass? —Trick rhetoric question. We always order our drinks in a glass. One, because we care about the environment. Two, because we know how to fucking drink. Don’t you dare give me a single malt in a plastic cup. Have some class, you disrespecting bastard.— Ok, pressing forward.

This is why every time I witness any kind of incident happening: toast falling butter-side down, tyre puncture, traffic on the usually empty street on the same (and only) day you manage to leave the house 10 minutes late, etc. the words that come out of my mouth, 100% of the time is “What are the fucking odds”. Then I chuckle.

Besides being the perpetual victims of causality, we are also no match for the absurdity in the universe. Gotta laugh it off to stay healthy and sane. Ok, no. First check for a pulse and stop any severe bleeding, THEN laugh it off. “Safety first, then teamwork.”

NOT a superstitious person, but there is an order, a balance to be upheld and respected. Easiest way to explain this would be some sort of abstract law of equivalent exchange (yes, FMA:B plug ‘cause god tier art stands the test of time and can be referenced). 

Damn! Got sidetracked (like always, talking shit).

The joke’s on me because I completely deviated from what I wanted to initially say in this post, which was a story about sharp knives and sacrifices. — LMAO—

Don’t matter. If you’re still here, mazel tov! I can tell that we are gonna be friends. We still have tons of time to tell tales. 

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