I'm really good at this...

And no, I'm not talking about how regularly I updated my little blog, which I kinda actually suck at. But in my defense, I've been having some got dates with Criminal Minds marathons and the F. Scott Fitzgerald section of Barnes and Nobles.

But what I've come to learn this past year is that I'm insanely, legitimately, proficiently amazing at jinxing myself. 

It's true. Whether it's from me claiming that my skin is clearing up, that my car has been getting great gas mileage lately or that I met the cutest boy ever, the fates seem to find it amusing to just dump a crap load of "LOL JK" on me the second I start thinking about it. The past couple of days I've been musing about this idea and have realized it's been happening for quite some time now. I just barely recognized it for some gay reason. 

So I have three theories as to why this unfortunate and almost inevitable let down reaction often occurs to me whenever I feel as though something is finally going right. The first is a lesson in humility (which this might start to sound a little preachy, but this is my blog so get over it.). It's not that I'm necessarily bragging about whatever good luck happens along my way, but I do like informing the important people involved in my life about such stuff (and maybe the occasional tweet..). I've never thought of me telling one of my best friends about how I made it out to Tempe with less than a quarter tank as bragging and honestly I don't think it is. Just a simple really cool fact. 

But maybe I'm not on the same mind track as my Heavenly Father. I can't even began to count how many lessons about humility (and chastity and not kissing every boy that says I'm pretty, thank you Sister Miller for trying to make me and Sarah respectable young ladies...it's finally kicking in I think!) that I sat through in Young Women's, politely nodding occasionally so the teacher doesn't think I'm totally blowing it off. I know that humility is a very important trait that we should all cultivate but me informing someone about my latest date and how fun I though we had only to have it go nowhere seems a little bit of a harsh way to try to teach me about humility.

The second possible theory is the idea that I need to stop focusing on me so much and more on others. Instead of gushing on and on about the amazing deals I found on my last shopping trip, maybe I should ask the other person how their life is going. Maybe in a way, this would be like an attempt at tricking the fates and karma (which I've tried before and ended up falling on my face. Karma's one smart lady..). By focusing less on my good fortunes and more on other people's, maybe my fortunes will improve!

And the last theory is that I'm just always supposed to be a never clear complexion, spends way too much money on gas, single for life girl who will end up shooting myself in the face just so my 27 cats don't eat my face off when I keel over all alone in my trailer. Let's be real, the third one's probably the most legit explanation. 

It's inevitable.