A few months back I got an issue of a magazine subscription that I was really looking forward to reading. I read maybe the letters to the editor section and then lost it within 24 hours of getting it. Improbably, it just completely disappeared and I resigned myself to never getting around to reading it. Then yesterday, when I moved to the renovated bedroom, I found it. it had somehow fallen between the bed frame and the headboard. Happily, I brought it to work tonight to get a start on it. Then in the last half hour or so at work, I lost it. Apparently I set it down to do something and it just disappeared again. Clearly I'm not destined to learn "how to be a better onversationalist".
Some of use are cursed with our own personal mini-black hole. It's too small to be seen by the naked eye, but it follows us everywhere, and it "disappears" things. Mine has over the years stolen an irreplaceable family photo album, the negatives to old photos not yet restored and digitized, and a very nice Imari teapot. It hasn't swiped anything recently, but it's due.
I've lost all three pairs of glasses I've owned to this, and literally will never see them again. It's also claimed my tuxedo's fedora (there is one possible place it could be, though unlikely). I'm thankful I don't need glasses to see :?
Volpone, I think this has little to do with God or karma, and much to do with you being absent-minded.
