One of those days

Today has been one of those days.  One of those days where you SERIOUSLY contemplate going home and crawling back into your bed and sleeping until this nonsense passes.  There is an old saying that is a corollary of Murphy's Law that applies here:

"Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse." 

Speaking of Murphy's Law;  as I understand it, most of us have Murphy's Law incorrect.  It is often stated, "whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"... or something similar, which is more likely from Finagle's Law which states, "Anything that can go wrong, will."  Murphy's Law more accurately has a slightly different twist, stating: "If there are two or more ways to do something, and one of those things can result in a catastrophe, then someone will do it."  That is not really the kind of thing that I am talking about when I suggest that today has been one of those days.

I am talking about the scene that I will illustrate for you now.  (This is simply for illustrative purposes and not what has actually happened to me today.)  Picture this:  You pick up your coffee cup and put it to your lips to partake in your ritualistic cup of Joe or cup of Joy as it were, when you turn the cup a split second too early and spill a couple of precious drops onto your shirt.  You look down and notice that the one and only white part of your shirt must have had a target surrounding it and your coffee had perfect aim, hitting the bullseye.  As you begin to wipe your newly formed brown spot on your shirt, you pull the napkin from the table which apparently had one tiny piece of the corner ever so slightly under the creamer and you inadvertently pull the creamer off of the table and onto your pants.  Not wanting to smell like sour creamer for the remainder of the day, you go to change your outfit.  Once chosen, you remove your breakfast laden clothing and snag your pants on your heel and tear your pant leg rendering those pants even unworthy of the Salvation Army donation bag.  As you change into your new outfit you pull your shirt over your head, messing your perfectly coiffed hair requiring at the very least another can of hair spray to get it back to "just so".  As you are re-creating perfection you notice in the mirror that you have a large smudge of deodorant all down the front of your shirt from pulling it over your head moments ago.  After far too long re-dressing and fixing and fluffing and cleaning you head back to get your now essential cup of joy.  You reach to pick up your cup when the handle breaks off.  All of this is calamitous to be sure, but nothing catastrophic.  Simply annoying, frustrating and inconvenient, but not too terribly troublesome.  Now it is finally time to go to work, but you bump your elbow on the door frame as you are heading back into the bathroom for a quick brush of the teeth where you clumsily drip a small amount of toothpaste down the front of your shirt, but you cannot be bothered with that now, so you decide that no one truly notices you in the first place and you don't have time to deal with this any more.  You walk out the door only to have forgotten your keys and must go back inside to get your keys, return only to find that your car won't start.  This is pretty well how my day has gone today.  I am working on the afore mentioned adage that "left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse." 

Do not hear me wrong though, I do not believe there is any outside force or black magic or even Karma or Kismet controlling these things.  I do not believe that "the heavens", "mother nature" or "the gods" are conspiring against me.  I do not believe my God works that way.  I believe that all or much of this is entirely my fault and my perspective, as it is all in how one views the "happenings".  I see it more like Hanlon's Razor which states:

"Never attribute malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity."

You will potentially notice that several of the things that "happened" in the above example were not exactly the "fault" of the protagonist, but things that just seemed to just happen in the midst of all of the other happenings that CAN be attributed adequately to stupidity, further exacerbating the situation.  For instance, I was nearly run over... TWICE today on my ride home from work.  Both times I was on the sidewalk where, presumably cars should NOT be driving in the first place. 

Either way, I am STILL contemplating crawling, carefully back into my bed until all of this nonsense passes. 

You will notice that none of this has anything to do with running or my 50 in 50 goals, but the truth is... two things.  1.  I am a little scared to either go outside and run, or even to stay in, for that matter, and 2.  I just needed to write this down so that I could reconcile just how ridiculous this all is, and then I could continue on with the rest of my life as normal.  I am now refusing to participate in this calamitous, just-one-of-those-days days.  The four or five of you can now carry on with the remainder of your day.  Thanks for "listening".  Carry on.  Nothing to see here.