For a moment there, I thought I was having one of those bad days.

It lasted for half an hour. I sort of just sat outside of my house to ruminate things through, wondering what a stock broker must’ve felt when facing plummeting figures, and then wondering if it’s sort of the same as the bed of nails I was sitting on.

I don’t call it misfortune, because most times it happened because I made it so, in an indirect sort of way. The full circle that came back to bite the ass; the Ouroboros serpent, branded on the skin. I’d still blame it on bad luck, but at the end of it, the reason why that bit of misfortune snowballed into a catastrophic avalanche, was because I was being lazy or an utter dunderhead.

I was, however, luckier than I thought. Someone up there must’ve decided my fate deserves the worst another day, and turned the electricity back on. And then there was light. And the fan. Oh thank mercy. Never mind that I still had to climb the gate to my own house. At least I submitted my FYP proposal.

You’d wonder if there was some sort of lesson learned here, but I think if you’re actually wondering, you didn’t know better. Oh boy, didn’t you know any better at all…

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Malfeasance

\mal-FEE-zuhn(t)s\, noun:

Is:

Wrongdoing, misconduct, or misbehaviour, especially by a public official.

Used as in;

It is part of that vicious circle that if a politician’s malfeasance, practised whether on men or women or the people in general, would return to haunt him till the graves.

(Dictionary.com)

Just so you know.