Okay so first let me say these two things: I am not very spiritual and I don't scare easily. When I go to see horror movies, I only cover my face only when I am crying of laughter at the utter fear my friends are displaying. When I went to Universal Studio's "Halloween Horror Nights" I would lead my group through the maze. I did this because I just wanted to get through with it and if any my incompetent friends tried then we wouldn't go far before someone ran back to the start. Why am I telling you all this? Just to prove that what happened today was a phenomena in the many quirks of William Samayoa.
I work in downtown Geneva at the HWS Office of Communications and not only was the weather nice enough for me to walk in, but I also had to pee. I was so frustrated with my assignments that I was eager to just get back home and bury myself under my covers accompanied by my stuffed penguin, who by the way has the sassiest expression I've ever seen. Anyways, I was simply walking up Main St. and I was barely passing the church where I had visited on my first Day of Service. This meant that I was a third of the way home and I was making good time. Instead of appreciating the sun that finally appeared after a 3 day blizzard I was sulking. Oh I almost forgot! This morning my professor thought it would be funny to put MISSING SEAT next to my name on the board today. This meant that I had no team to complete my calculus lab with. Luckily, I wrote the petty handbook and so I sat with my friends and worked like nothing was amiss.
I was thinking about the two internships I got denied from, the emails I hadn't gotten after my recorded interviews, the "We can talk, but as friends, you get me?" text from the night before, and just the lack of luck I have had recently. Anyone can say, "Just think positive and good things will follow!" well I don't think it's always that simple. When you want to work in entertainment, or make a name for yourself at a school with less people than your high school in a part of the country no one has ever heard of, then having a positive attitude doesn't seem to be the solution to everything. Let's season this sad steak with the fact that I hardly, if ever, like ever, like seriously, become intrigued by someone. Unlike previous could be relationships, I didn't do a dramatic scene that resulted in me never talking to them again. Yeah this is TMI but it justifies why I ran when I saw that black cat.
Back to my walk home. When I was about to cross the bridge by KA and Chi Phi a small black cat peeped its head out of a little house. The cat and I locked eyes, and I think it thought I was challenging it for a fight to the death. Why do I think this? Because the cat began to pull its body out of the door in that weird ways where cats make their bodies gelatinous for like .2 second before their bones materialize. Can you tell I'm a dog person? Specifically chihuahuas!!!
The cat seemed to know I was walking perpendicular to it. It began to walk in my direction, but then it swerved and seemed like it wanted to cross my path. Now considering how not so litty my life has been, I thought to myself, 'I cannot have any more bad luck!' Like any sensible young adult would do, I began to speed up trying to intercept this cat's trajectory. I had considered walking behind the cat, but the snow on the lawn would leave my boots messy. As the cat sped up I low-key began to jog. It was one of those funny looking runs where I am holding my phone in one hand, my other is balancing an iced chai latte, and I'm in a leather jacket. This scene is totally typical if I was in a major city not a small town.
I can proudly say that I beat the cat! I looked back and like a sore loser the cat turned around and returned back inside. Like I said, I could not risk any more bad luck, not matter how absurd the urban legend about cats.