i flunked at probabilities. so what?

thinking about the past, i notice that it thorougly followed the first murphy law: if it can go right, it will go wrong. and i remember all my affairs. all. funny - each one of them (save perhaps the first) had everything - or almost everything - needed for it to go right. even love, for god's sake. the results... well, the results were almost tragic, were like going out in a sunny morning, happy with your life and all, and the first thing you do when you walk through the door is to step on dog poo. just like that. sooner or later, dog poo. so why waiting for some sort of perfection? fuck that. i was never good at probabilities anyway. might as well challenge them now, when it has everything to go wrong. who knows?