Snippets and Stories: (R) Lucky

There is nothing better to ruin one's day than a game of chance.

Luck has never been in my favor, even when the odds point towards a favorable outcome.

I hated it more than anything else.

Because it never happens.

And I watch everyone else get lucky and so happy. And I wonder why it never happens to me. You're suppose to smile and shrug it off.

I'm too old to be upset about these things, to be bothered. But it still does, and so I avoid it. Because it's no fun to get your hopes up for nothing.

Everyone always wants to hear things about themselves. There's never any room for me.

I listen to my friend talk to everyone, play with everyone. Yet never with me.

I want to be done.

I want to be through with it without regrets.

But I always remember their company and miss them all the same.

No different than if I were with them really.

And so I stay.

Because whether I'm there or elsewhere it makes no difference. I'm miserable through and through.

But at least with them there's a chance that maybe they will play with me.

I guess I play with luck every day.

I just never get lucky.