My mother
assumes things way too easily. Just today, relatively late in the
evening, she asked me if I hadn’t already “shot enough
things” for the day when I had done next to no “shooting
things” to begin with. She assumes that I spend all day playing
video games when, in fact, that’s not all I do, even if I sit
at the computer for most of the day. She assumes that I only play
shooter games when, in fact, that’s not the sole genre I
exclusively play, even if that is my favorite genre.
And more often than not, she frustrates me with her false, baseless, biased, repetitive assumptions. Even more annoyingly, I’m stuck with having to put up with her until I no longer have an expensive and important purchase to desperately save up for.
I hate being a student. I don’t hate studying, but I hate the shackles that the Finnish government slaps onto my wrists because I’m a student. As extreme as I know this sounds, it’s the rough equivalent of a prison sentence.
Granted, I can enjoy my own life just about as freely as I please, but I mainly use that metaphor to describe my frustration with the restrictions as far as purchases go. Since I’m a student, I can’t, for instance, pay in instalments. I can only do one-time payments. If it weren’t for that, chances are I’d have the new computer and be enjoying the new DOOM already instead of six months from now.
I’ve tried my hands at the lottery a few times, but my luck is worse than abysmal. The best I’ve ever won is my money back - with a multiplier of 1. The chances of winning the jackpot are infinitesimal to begin with, but I wouldn’t care about it. All I’d care about is winning just enough money so that I can buy the computer. Then I could go back to contemplating moving out - only this time, I could seriously contemplate it.
Luck... Random chance.
What am I doing so wrong that even luck hates me?