Luck is a rather common topic in my thought life. Mostly because of how non-lucky I am. And I say non-lucky because I can’t necessarily consider myself unfortunate and I’m most definitely not lucky. Really, as a Christian, I shouldn’t believe in luck at all. I mean, I know that luck is a relic left over from a conglomerate of pagan and defunct religions hailing mostly from the island country of the United Kingdom. And I also know that God is out there and He also happens to be in control of pretty much everything. So, whether good or bad, things that happen in my life can’t really be outside of His grand scheme. But I just can’t bear to blame God for all the stupid and bad crap in my life, so I tend to blame myself. Or, at least, I blame the part of myself I have absolutely no control over: meaning, my fortune. So, when something good happens in my life it’s God’s blessing and when something bad happens outside of my control it’s my bad luck. And, I know I know, that is a pretty stupid and depressing outlook on life.
Well, I think, on that uplifting note. I shall end this first, disastrous blog entry and call it an evening. Maybe Old Sam’ll inspire me tomorrow.
So, as you might have surmised, this post just so happens to be my very first post whilst posting to this very blog.
I always have no idea how to do these first posts. Should I start out by describing myself as a wonderfully charming individual with facial hair that would make Ambrose Everett Burnside himself jealous or should I just jump right in with a witty,yet poignant, post about something that you, the audience, hopefully care about?
Hmm… perhaps I should do both.
First, there’s me:
I live in Raleigh, North Carolina’s colorful capital city. It’s home to The Hurricane’s, NC State, and, of course, Finch’sFamily Restaurant. And that’s as much as I’ll say about my place of residence so that Anton Chirgurh doesn’t catch up with me. (I’m sorry for all the linkage.I’m in an extra linking mood tonight for some reason). Anywho, as you can tell, I’m also a big fan of movies, odd references, and asides. I also really enjoy food, girls, God, and comic books (not necessarily in that order). I believe that one of the most telling things about a person is their likes and dislikes. For instance, I love fiction, yet I tend to dislike most sports. This says a lot about my penchant for escapism and my disdain for reality ( a defining characteristic in my personality). And, before I begin to despise this paragraph even more than I already do, I’m just going to stop here and get straight to the actual blogging. This one should be titled, “Thoughts on Luck”
