A few weeks ago I considered myself in need of some luck. Things were not awful, but I was in a terrible rut, also I had been slacking off on my fitness routine for a few weeks. I was about to walk up Stone Mountain, a local mountain in the Atlanta area. It is made of stone. We are creative here. I had been going up once a week for months, and the week was almost over. I was not going to miss it. I walked to the foot of the mountain and caught a patch of clover out of the corner of my eye. This seemed like an opportune moment to get back in the habit of luck finding. I poured over the patch, and sure enough, less than two minutes later I found this beauty:
That's when things got weird. The following few weeks were packed with bizarre happenings and strange luck. I will now proceed to scratch the surface of the tip of the iceberg.
I've always considered finding a four-leaf clover to be good luck, but picking it to be bad, at least for the clover. So I moved along.
On the way up the mountain I saw a woman that looked just like an Ex of mine. She was identical from the back. Same body type, hair, and clothes style. I looked around and gestured like "Is anybody else seeing this?" knowing full well that there was no one else around, and that even if there were, they wouldn't likely be able to make a comparison. When I looked back, she was gone. For just a second I considered the state of my sanity, but then she popped up from behind a rock. I sped up to pass her, so I could leave that awkward reminder of my past behind me, but it was too late. I was thinking about her.
I hadn't thought about her in a while. Things had ended poorly between us, and I dislike poking wounds. If I had a stick, and there were a wounded dinosaur, I wouldn't poke it. Especially a brontosaurus, because they don't exist. I realized I missed her quite a lot. Not romantically, but we had been friends for many years before anything romantic happened, and we hadn't spoken since. I missed her friendship. It didn't really seem appropriate to just send her an unsolicited email and hope for the best. So I tried my best to make peace with the fact that this was likely one of those sad losses that a person must simply carry through life.
The next day my email got hacked and everyone I knew was sent a link for discount Viagra. Everyone, including that Ex. She's a smart lady, I was sure she'd realize I didn't mean to send it to her. There's those few seconds though, the ones between where she sees she got an email from me, and when she sees that it was an automated boner-selling spam-bot. I guess those few seconds were enough, because she replied, and we started cautiously trading emails. So... lucky.