(Originally posted June 17, 2013)
Now, I didn’t intend any ill-will or directly cause any of these incidents, but I feel like I’m gambling with their health and personal safety if I go camping with them again. I like these people an awful lot, and they really don’t deserve this kind of bad luck.
Why do I think it’s my fault? Probably because I’m self-centered and a perfectionist. Plus, I like to delude myself into thinking I can control things in my life. It’s easy to chalk it up to coincidence, but it feels pretty spooky.
One friend said she plans to get some four-leaf clovers and a rabbit’s foot next time, but I doubt that’s going to be enough. I think we’re going to need to sacrifice an animal or one of the children, probably the most badly-behaved one. Hands down that’s going to be my three-year-old daughter. Too bad, she was pretty cute.
What do you think I can do to appease the angry camping gods? Am I really being paranoid or could I be inadvertently jinxing my friends?