This guy has been stocking me for some time now, and he just doesn't seem to want to go away. And wherever he happens to be, stress and mess is sure to follow.
Mostly, it's just little things that are going wrong that tend to add up to a big headache. (You know, a snag in my tights combine with a broken strap on my shoe.) In the past week, I have spent more time moving furniture and boxes and books because of one disaster or another than in probably the past two years combine. And I seem to be leaking money at every turn because something is broken/missing/needed. It's a good thing my roommate is so understanding and vigilant because I have also left more windows open, doors unlocked and electronics turned on than I care to admit.
I think I've finally cracked.
But then I think about all of the things that really could be going wrong in my life. But instead of dealing with earthquakes and unemployment and sick children, I'm just dealing with inconvenience. While my problems will eventually be dealt with, forgotten or fixed, there are many less fortunate people out there who aren't so lucky. Maybe it's time to forget myself in service and deal with my problems by helping others.
After all, Murphy's not such a bad guy once you get to know him.