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Three of Everything
Nov. 24th, 2003 02:27 pmWe have a brazilian saying that goes like this:
"Everything comes in threes. Even tragedy."
When something bad happens in your life, it's usually followed by two other events just as equally terrible. The same can also be said for good fortune.
For example, my housemate Silke returned from a holiday in Germany to tell Kevin and I that she's moving out and moving in with her boyfriend - tragedy number 1. This happens to coincide with the time I want to go to Brazil, and basically affects my decisions about buying a ticket for February - tragedy number 2. Consequently, I have to rethink my plans of quitting my job by the end of January (which landlord wants to take on unemployed gits? tragedy number 3).
But then Silke tells us she knows a french girl who is coming to London to study for 6 months and needs a place to stay. She's young, shy, and she's well recommended by Silke's brother. Her name is Julie and maybe I could practice my french with her when she moves in - good news number 1. Then I arrive at work today and find out from my mom that my dachshund in Brazil, Tete, has had her puppies... six of them! Three black ones and three brown ones. So far, only two have been named (Amelinha and Juninho) - good news number 2. Then I get a phone call from a friend from Montreal, Melissa, who is in town with her mom for the week. They invite me out for dinner tonight. I suspect I won't have to pay a cent...
"Everything comes in threes. Even tragedy."
When something bad happens in your life, it's usually followed by two other events just as equally terrible. The same can also be said for good fortune.
For example, my housemate Silke returned from a holiday in Germany to tell Kevin and I that she's moving out and moving in with her boyfriend - tragedy number 1. This happens to coincide with the time I want to go to Brazil, and basically affects my decisions about buying a ticket for February - tragedy number 2. Consequently, I have to rethink my plans of quitting my job by the end of January (which landlord wants to take on unemployed gits? tragedy number 3).
But then Silke tells us she knows a french girl who is coming to London to study for 6 months and needs a place to stay. She's young, shy, and she's well recommended by Silke's brother. Her name is Julie and maybe I could practice my french with her when she moves in - good news number 1. Then I arrive at work today and find out from my mom that my dachshund in Brazil, Tete, has had her puppies... six of them! Three black ones and three brown ones. So far, only two have been named (Amelinha and Juninho) - good news number 2. Then I get a phone call from a friend from Montreal, Melissa, who is in town with her mom for the week. They invite me out for dinner tonight. I suspect I won't have to pay a cent...
