Pure luck? No, thats a friend of mine. All my luck is heavily slanted by skill. I worked for all of the shit I have.
Love him like a brother, but the fucker falls by sheer chance into the craziest situations.
Looking to buy a condo or a house. Ends up getting a 50% off steal of a price for a divorcing couple on a huge lot. 5 years later the fucker is wanting to move. Within a month, finds a bigger house right in the city that is walkable to his work. That family was helping the seller of the house they were buying find a large lot that could fit two houses. By chance, the house he had fit the bill. The three of them traded properties.
Pure luck? No, thats a friend of mine. All my luck is heavily slanted by skill. I worked for all of the shit I have.
It’s beyond annoying to have someone attribute skill/talent for luck. Those are two different things, yes, but still.
Like I’ve been in a bunch of crashes where I went flying several meters into the air while spinning. Barely broke a rib. Never hit my head. Lucky? Could say that. Ooooor the judo courses I took in my formative years at like 7-9 in which we literally practiced falling are paying off now that I’m a reckless drunk.
Also when you know something and someone’s like “how’d you guess that?”. I fucking didn’t. I analysed and came up with an answer.
And my own skill and hard work has made me good at crashing and solving randomly chaotic bullshit that no-one seems to have a grasp on.
Unfortunately my dad was a financial fuck up and mom didn’t care as much for us as herself and I got chronic health issues, so didn’t really make it financially and couldn’t manage to “make my own luck.”
Although a lot of the “bad luck” I had was prejudice and “system mistakes.”
Pure luck? No, thats a friend of mine. All my luck is heavily slanted by skill. I worked for all of the shit I have.
Love him like a brother, but the fucker falls by sheer chance into the craziest situations.
Looking to buy a condo or a house. Ends up getting a 50% off steal of a price for a divorcing couple on a huge lot. 5 years later the fucker is wanting to move. Within a month, finds a bigger house right in the city that is walkable to his work. That family was helping the seller of the house they were buying find a large lot that could fit two houses. By chance, the house he had fit the bill. The three of them traded properties.
It’s beyond annoying to have someone attribute skill/talent for luck. Those are two different things, yes, but still.
Like I’ve been in a bunch of crashes where I went flying several meters into the air while spinning. Barely broke a rib. Never hit my head. Lucky? Could say that. Ooooor the judo courses I took in my formative years at like 7-9 in which we literally practiced falling are paying off now that I’m a reckless drunk.
Also when you know something and someone’s like “how’d you guess that?”. I fucking didn’t. I analysed and came up with an answer.
What I mean is that my own skill and hard work has opened up lucky opportunities.
And my own skill and hard work has made me good at crashing and solving randomly chaotic bullshit that no-one seems to have a grasp on.
Unfortunately my dad was a financial fuck up and mom didn’t care as much for us as herself and I got chronic health issues, so didn’t really make it financially and couldn’t manage to “make my own luck.”
Although a lot of the “bad luck” I had was prejudice and “system mistakes.”