$BTC Damn, this stubborn form of bad luck seems to sometimes persist, turning every little inconvenience into a chain of disasters. It’s this morning when the alarm doesn’t go off, followed by spilled coffee, then narrowly missing the bus. Bad luck doesn’t choose its victims; it strikes randomly, creating a sense of helplessness against fate. Having bad luck is feeling like the whole world is conspiring for the toast to fall butter-side down. We tell ourselves it’s a passing curse, a bad streak that will eventually pass, but in the moment, it’s a real ordeal that tests patience and morale. It’s the accumulation of small things that, when put together, seem to define a day, or even a life, under the sign of misfortune. Sometimes, just laughing at your misadventures is enough to ward off this bad streak that clings to you. $GT