I’ve been thinking about it. Maybe sometimes, when it starts raining the moment you leave the house and you blame it on Murphy, or karma, or chance or fate, maybe that rain is not meant for you. Maybe you are but a collateral damaged of a rain that is meant for someone else down the road. Maybe you’re just in the wrong place at the right time, but it has nothing to do with you.
You self-centered, egotistic little victim.