There's a saying that goes around my social circle- "The Fates Are Laughing Again".
Let me give some background.
Who the fates are: We don't know exactly who they might be. Maybe George Burns and Frank Sinatra. Perhaps monkies. Maybe Muppets. But we know what they are. They're omnipotant beings with sick, twisted, fucked up senses of humor.
How the phrase came into being or How we discovered the existance of the fates: A road trip to Flagstaff in October 2000. Me and a friend. We hit a rock in some podunk town called Cave Creek. It's off of exit 242. So we hit this rock. It starts raining. A truck is flagged down to help. Not so bad. We'll change the tire and go. No such luck. Both tires are blown, and both rims are destroyed. We're towed to Phoenix where we spend our only money on a hotel room, where we hardly have a chance to sleep (it's like 3 am and checkout is at 9), and then breakfast. We then walk to the car place to wait for my cousin. The car place is something like 4 miles away. My cousin doesn't come for us for another hour and a half after that. I then spend a week stranded in Phoenix and my last 500 bucks in the world on getting my car back.
The fates laughed a lot.
The term is generally used when things seem to be going good and they suddenly go horribly wrong.
Or, in my case, they just make a game out of your life.
The fates throw bad thing after bad thing at you, until you feel like youjust can't take it anymore. Then they throw something at you that makes you really happy, things go alright for a while. And you begin to let your guard down. You begin to think maybe the fates have gotten bored with you.
That's when they hit you. They hit you hard. It's an omnipotant bitch-slap back into reality. They begin to reteach you your place. Then it's think after thing all over again.
Try not to anger the fates. Do your best to keep them happy. If you can appease them, they may let you live peacefully. Unless they like to torment you. In which case, you, like me, are screwed.
-Mila