Voodoo Doll

I honestly feel like someone has a voodoo doll of me and is doing fuck all with it. Okay, that might be a little exaggerative, but I have genuinely been having a series of bad events happening to me that have made me question if I have some bad juju or something. Let me explain.

I'll start off by giving you a little context. I've been talking to this guy I went to highschool with for a YEAR. No, I'm not his girlfriend, and yes, I know it's crazy, but I can unpack that in some other blog. It works, though, because we're both from the same place, but I left for my job, and he left for Colorado for school. That works out perfectly, though, because we return home around the same time and see each other. Like I said, I'll unpack Colorado Man another day. 

Now that you know a little about this guy I just got sent a "hey girly" text about this man. Now, any girl who has experienced this could explain to you that it is the most heart-dropping text someone receives because it is usually followed up by a god-awful description about how your man has tried to get at this girl or even worse, actually hooked up with her, or EVEN WORSE did something romantic that he's never done with you. But honestly, I have gone through HELL AND BACK with this man involved with another woman, but again, we were not together, so it all got resolved.

I KNOW I sound crazy and like I need to pick up my crown, but I promise you it will all make sense in a different blog. So basically, when I saw this text from a girl saying he liked her old story, it didnt even phase me because, before that, I got a call from his ex-girlfriend, whom he broke up with over a year ago, calling me from no caller ID after she saw that he commented on my TikTok. So, crazy events that involve him roll off the shoulder. 

Well, I confronted him about it, and he explained that his friend thought she was cute and liked it on his phone, and he had disliked it (which she did mention). I believed him because when he told me the story, he sounded scared, and when he was lying, he sounded more confident. He's such a good liar that his lies sound more accurate than the truth. 

At first, I was pissed, but I had already bought plane tickets to California to go to Disneyland with him and our friends two days after that and just decided to believe him and go. Not really for him, but for me. You see, my workplace isn't always great, which sucks cause its been my dream job for all my life, and I do love it and all its opportunities, but a lot of the time, I just need a break because, as I said, someone plays with that fucking voodoo doll.

Two days later, I went to the airport, and someone BOUGHT my seat. Like someone paid LOTS of money to kick someone off the plane, and because I didn’t protect my flight and bought the ticket at the last minute, that lucky person happened to be me. 

So, a "hey girly text" and a canceled Disney trip occurred in three days. This is crazy because after he gets "caught" for liking someone else's story, he gets to go to  Disney without me. The worst part is we always wanted to go together, and we haven’t done much together other than me visiting him and, you know, hanging out. I don't know if I should take it as a sign from the universe that when your situationship isn't at its happiest place, you shouldn't go to the happiest place in the world with them. I mean, what bad luck if someone BUYS me off my plane. But it happened anyway.

There may be a balance that the universe has to maintain. Which is odd because I used to think unfortunate events happen to teach you how to deal with something in the future, but maybe they tell you you just did something wrong in the past. I don't know, but I need the unfortunate events to stop because if it starts to get more out of hand, I might have to go get a cleanse from a witch or something. Who knows, maybe my next blog might be about me getting into witchcraft.