one, two, three?

I would say I believe in karma. But only when the situation seems appropriate. Like when that car flies past you and cuts across four lanes of traffic and drives like crazy, only to get pulled over by a cop three minutes later. Or when I laugh at a person for falling and then immediately trip on a brick. I totally deserved it. However, I'm in a staunch believer in karma because there's always that one person who has just had too much bad luck and heartbreak for one lifetime.
When it comes to the rule of 3s, I'm the same way. I never believe 3 good things will happen, but I always believe 3 bad things will happen. Why does it always seem to work out that? I mean one would think it would go both ways. Maybe we're just more likely to notice the bad than the good? That's pretty sad to think about. Either way, I am definitely one of those that think of the rule of 3s when bad things start happening.

Example 1: two of my roommates had minor car wrecks (fender benders basically) in the same week. I immediately freaked out and vowed to be extra careful so that I wouldn't be the third roomate to suffer the fate.

Example 2: one day I was in my parking garage at work coming back from lunch, thinking of my to-do list for the afternoon (no really, I was) when I took a turn too tight and hit a guardrail. I almost cried right then and there when I saw the yellow paint on poor little Hallie. I had gone over 2 years with not a ding on her and I was not prepared for this sadness. Anyways, the next day, Will was pulling into our driveway and tapped Kyle's car on the bumper. Will didn't notice it - I definitely did. Kyle definitely did - even though it was a baby of a speck. The rule of 3s had struck us! My car, Will's car, and Kyle's car! (Will tells me that I kinda cheated on the Will/Kyle combo, but I was willing to stretch it to get that 3rd one out of the way).

Side note: all of us are fine drivers. I swear.

On a more serious note, I'm desperately hoping the rule of 3s decides to stop at 2. On Tuesday, my aunt died and on Wednesday my grandpa had a heart attack - both on my mom's side of the family. Seriously world? On Thursday, a car did not check their blind spot and tried to take me and poor Hallie down. We won thanks to my serious checking-rearview-mirror-while-swerving-and-honking skills, but I definitley do not want to be #3 on this very sad list. Two is more than enough.