I threw a cup of tea over myself today.
This afternoon I nearly did it again, but this time only a few splashes landed on the same shirt I had dried out only hours earlier.
That completes the curse of three. Earlier this week I tripped on the stairs carrying a tea without a lid and the hot tea cascaded over my hand, burning me, as well as creating a slip hazard on the stairs, which I limply attempted to mop up with the remains of a toilet roll from a nearby facility.
Three teas – one week. Impressive huh? They say ‘bad luck comes in threes’. I don’t know who ‘they’ are in that sentence. But whoever ‘they’ are, that’s what ‘they’ say.
I wonder if, unconsciously, the existence of that ‘rule’ creates the reality. Having spilled a tea, does my brain go – hang on a minute, one isn’t enough, we need to comply with the curse of three rule? Let’s make the body stumble twice more, that way this dope can continue to believe in that rule about bad luck coming in threes…
I wouldn’t put it past my head to do that.
Or maybe it’s a form of that thing we call confirmation bias? The notion that I will notice only the things that confirm my beliefs or hypotheses. Maybe dropping my first tea creates a hypothesis that I’m getting clumsy or a belief that teas without lids are dangerous? So I notice the other two tea incidents. Maybe there was a fourth episode or a near miss I’ve somehow deleted?
Anyhow… everything is fine now. In case you cared.
I have done it thrice. My curse of three is done. I now believe it won’t happen again, so whether it be confirmation bias, or the bad things rule, I’m done.