I was wondering....

...why things happen the way they do?  Why sometimes there are good outcomes and then other times bad outcomes?  Or outcomes that are goofy and mostly where I find myself.  I look at some of the situations I get myself into and most of the time the thought that pops into my head is "Only Me".  For example, when I  blow out a candle that causes the fire alarm to go off forcing the whole house to evacuate. Later...after the ruckus I think, "Only Me!"  But is that it?  How about when I am walking Bubba at night and come across a strange man in a ski mask?  I think..."hey that is odd...Only Me"! But can that be it?  Or how about last night when I moved a cheap lamp in front of the board I use to keep Bubba out of the cat's room, away from his food and kitty litter?  Not considering what will happen the next day while I am at work.  Completely ignoring the high probability that "Bubba the Destroyer" will always try to knock down anything in his way of food and cat poop.  Knocking down the board, that will hit the cheap lamp causing it to fall. Fall in such a way that the plastic shade will lay against the light bulb that is already really hot because it has been on all morning.  So hot that it will melt a big hole in the plastic shade leaving the melted plastic to adhere to the hot light bulb and start to burn. "Only Me", right?  But how lucky am I to come home for lunch, notice the smell coming up the stairs, walk into the apartment and see the lamp? What could have happened if I didn't come home today?  I don't even want to think about it....even though I have. But was it luck?  I mean, "why me?  Why did I get that lucky to come home then?  Why did I get lucky that the man wearing the ski mask didn't turn out to be a bigger threat than he was? I mean that is lucky, right? Sometimes I wonder if it is something more. I can't be that lucky. Maybe it is a higher power? Or a certain spirit than knows I need help some days.  I do know I am thankful for whatever it is that makes me lucky so I all I ever say is,  "only me"!

Heavy, huh? :)

P.S. :there should be a law that old men are not allowed to ride Harley's without their shirt on!  An enforced law, so good citizens like myself never have to see saggy, old man skin stretched thin and flapping in the wind like veiny bat wings!