The other week, I was talking to an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while. I realized that I was going on about my problems, so I apologized for monopolizing the conversation.
"No, not at all, your life has been MUCH more interesting than mine!"
The sad thing is, she meant it.
I know the universe doesn't mean things personally, that it's not just out to get me - but lately, I've begun to feel like my life exists solely to give other people an excuse to say "there, but for the grace of God go I." I don't TRUST the universe to give me a break any more. If I get on that motorcycle and drive across town, I'll wake up in a hospital. Hell, I'll probably get shot riding the bus, or something like that...