LUCKIEST GUY I KNOW
Me, I used to consider myself the luckiest guy I knew. I expected good things to happen and they just did. Maybe luck is tied to intentions. Maybe intentions are tied to mechanisms which bring about change. Maybe change is ultimately tied back to luck.
Like I said, I use to consider myself the luckiest guy I knew. Now I understand that luck has absolutely nothing to do with it. In fact, I don’t even believe luck exists. I think it’s just another one of those concepts which exists only in the human psyche as a way to explain mechanisms we don’t understand — like randomness or chance. Maybe it is our intentions that bring about change.
Those inclined toward spiritual explanations call it the Law of Attraction. We send intentions into the universe and some cosmic ordering system delivers it to us. Psychologists say that when we develop an intention, our brains become more aware of stimuli that allow us to see connections more clearly that we’d missed before, leading us to fulfill our intention. Physicists talk about cause and effect. We make an intention and set into motion deliberate causes that evoke specific effects which lead us to turning our intention into reality.
All those things like randomness, chance, and luck have mechanisms behind them. What are those mechanisms and how do they work? I don’t know. I’ll leave that theorizing to engineers, theologians, and others who are driven to seek explanations for every phenomenon that occurs. You don’t have to understand biology to have a baby, do you?
Whether the mechanism is supernatural or purely physical, I don’t know and I don’t care. Whatever the mechanism is, it works! We can use it to manifest into our lives virtually anything we want. But, it has to start with a wish. From that tiny little seed of a wish, grows all the things in our lives that we intend. Of course, we have to be willing to put in the effort required to transform our intentions into reality, but there is a mechanism to achieve it. That’s pretty powerful stuff!
It starts with a wish and it takes effort. Sounds simple, right? Well, it is. However, there is a little more to it than that. It also requires hope — sustained hope. Ah, that little caveat. Yes, in order to manifest intentions into reality, we have to hope, hope, and continue hoping. We still have to do the work, but the only way to stay motivated enough to continue the work is to keep our hopes alive. Once hope dies, you may as well kiss your intentions goodbye.
How do you keep your hope alive, especially when you meet with setbacks? What I do is to take stock and count my blessings. I look around at all the wonderful things I have in my life already. I remind myself that they all started out as intentions that manifested into reality. If it happened before, then that “cause and effect- law of attraction” thing can work again, over and over. I have faith in the mechanism, even if I can’t explain it. It works.
I continue to expect good things to happen, and they do. So, for whatever luck really is, I guess I am the luckiest guy I know. You can be too.
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I’m shopping at a two-for-one panty sale and I’m completely frazzled. It’s crazy. Women are all over the panties like a feeding frenzy at the zoo. I watch two ladies get into a serious tug-of-war over one panty. It must have major elastic in it, as it’s stretched between the two of them like a bungee cord.
The way the ladies are going at it I think Security will show up at any moment. But then one of the ladies suddenly releases her prize, sending the other lady flying. The woman lands on a huge pile of discarded panties, uninjured but dazed.
It’s tedious pawing through the bins, trying to find my size. Every size and style of panty is in a complete jumbled mess. Periodically a salesperson wades over to the bins and attempts to restore some order. But her work is quickly undone by a swarm of desperate hands.
When I do manage to find my size it’s in a style that I’d never wear, like a G-string. Why someone would wear a garment guaranteed to be chafing in one’s butt all day is beyond me.
I also dislike underwear sporting dainty ribbons and bows. The ribbons catch in doors and drawers. The bows come undone in the laundry — I’m not going to waste my time retying itsy-bitsy bows. So I end up cutting off the offending adornments, which defeats the purpose of having purchased such panties in the first place. Don’t you think?
I admit there are times when I’m looking for something special for that special someone. But really, what’s the point, when your special someone is going to take one look at the special panty you spent hours searching for and tear it off? Or, worse, not tear it off.
The thing I really hate about these “two-fer” sales is that if (by some perfect alignment of the planets) I do manage to find one item, I usually don’t find another. Exhausted by the hunt, I pay full price rather than return home with nothing. And it looks like this experience will be no different.
A teenage girl next to me suddenly utters a cry of disgust. I glance over. She gingerly picks up a garment, holding it distastefully between her thumb and forefinger like it’s a dead skunk. Her girlfriend snickers at the huge, white cotton panty. Somehow it got mixed in with all the sexy little things.
“Gosh, if my butt was that big I would just die!”
“Yeah, you could parachute off a bridge with underwear like that.” They laugh.
“Excuse me, girls.” A large hand swoops in and grabs the panty, wrenching it away before the startled girl can react.
“Don’t you just despise women who wear postage-stamp sized panties?” A large, stout woman moves into view. She’s breathing heavily and noisily, like she just finished running a marathon. The girls are silent, not knowing if their remarks were overheard.
“I’m glad you girls are thinking sensibly and looking for comfortable underwear that’ll last. Why, the last pair of undies I had like this one lasted twelve years. I was heartbroken when the elastic finally gave out and I had to donate them. So I’m thrilled to find at least one replacement. But, on second thought, I should be fair. After all, you found it first — finders keepers.”
She hands the panty back to the girl who reluctantly takes it. The girl stares a few moments before mumbling, “Thanks.”
She and her girlfriend slink off.
The woman turns to me, smiling. “Yeah, I heard them.” I smile back.
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