Suu's View from Blog City
getting to the age where I can blame eccentricity or senility for anything that offends...
I'm sure you have all experienced at some time what is commonly referred to as 'a run of bad luck'. I am surprised at the number of people who having two negative things happen, anxiously await a third. "They always come in three's" I am told. Whether 'they' are accidents, incidents or deaths there is almost an expectation that the third will happen. One of my Aunties is so convinced of the theory ,that should she experience or know of only two such occurences, will contact all the family until she finds something that has happened somewhere. With total relief she will accept this as being the third and therefore last of the ill winds delivery.
I have a different theory all together and because it lacks the same degree of evidence as the above, I am not in a position to be snide or belittle those who give power to the number three.
A cousin was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Within hours of the diagnosis, there was an all out hunt to find the other two family members who are suffering from some unforeseen burden.
The philosophy which gives me comfort, is that by thinking only positive thoughts, positive things will happen. Of course the downside of this is, think negatively and you are subconsciously calling for or attracting negative things and therein lies the belief of three wrongs being right.
I have no idea of the validity of such thoughts or practices but the placebo theory certainly has proven that believe and it is so. I could adopt the theory of three within my positive philosophy and expect good things in threes but, why should I limit the number of good or happy events in my life to such a small grouping.
My philosophy cannot fail. If it is not bad, it is therefore good, if it is not good it could be worse and if it is a dire or terminal situation, then I have been blessed by having it so good up until then.
Now for a confession. Last year there was niece that broke her arm and a second cousin broke his leg. When I got the phone call telling me all about it, the caller wondered who could be next. Without hesitation I admitted that I had broken a toe without telling her I had been nine at the time.
Everyone was so happy. I wasn't asked details for in the scheme of things they were irrelevant. The reliable three events had been tied up and so life would run smoothly for all until the next event.
However, while helping them maintain their belief in the power of three, I managed to prove my own theory of attraction. Within three days I broke a toe. This was a positive because I had proven my theory, had helped the family and learnt and damn good lesson.