Today a bird shit on my head.

It’s okay to laugh. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

I chuckled to myself when it happened too, oddly enough. I always try to avoid birds so that doesn’t happen to me (at least in a public setting) but I forgot my rule of thumb today. Thankfully it wasn’t a huge glob and it landed on the end of my bangs (which were curly today) so wiping it out wasn’t that bad. Some also landed on my sunglasses which were there to save my face from potential contact. Now THAT would have pissed me off. It’s one thing for a bird to drop a load on you, but another thing for it to land anywhere on your face. How do you come back from that? lol

I told a friend what had happened and like everyone usually does she said, “It’s good luck, something good is going to happen to you soon.” So of course I said, “lol, that’s just what people say to make you feel better about being shitted on!”

So like most things I overthought (word?) about what she said and I wondered how I would know when that “good thing” had happened? Because don’t good things happen all the time? How do I know if that good thing that happened (whatever it is) is because of the bird doodoo?

I’ve realized that that saying is just as shitty as the situation. There’s no “good thing” that’s about to happen as a direct result of the fly-by-pooping. “Good things” are whatever I want them to be and like I’ve said before; this life has nothing to do with luck.

So good duck(ing) to you.

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