Monday, March 5, 2012
This is now getting seriously weird. You must have met people who seem to always land on their feet in life? Who, no matter what the circumstances, come up smelling of the proverbial roses? Over the years I have seen Lifers who have this inbuilt good fortune, who slip through their sentence like a greased eel and who Fate steers away from difficulty.
Well, I have never been one of those people. Quite the opposite. Given any set of circumstances, I could pretty much guarantee to come out the other end feeling slightly worse for wear. Until now. Everything is just going too well.
And that in itself is unsettling. Now and then I peer out of my window up into the sky, looking for the meteorite that periodically lands to cause havoc on my life, but all I see is clear blue. It feels as if I am living someone else's life, because mine was never this simple. But if this is what life is like for those who always land on their feet, I can see why they were so bloody cheerful.
I try to persuade myself that it won't last, that some crap will inevitably roll down the hill in my direction but I'm not as convinced as I once was. If this carries on, I may not only leave prison but do so slightly less jaded than I expected.
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