I have run into a lot of folks in my time who, within the first 15 minutes of knowing them, have told me their entire life stories, that happen to be filled with a series of unfortunate events. I call these people Bad Luck Birds.
One time I met a guy who seemed normal enough. On the first phone call, he informed me that he had been laid off twice in the past year, totaled his car-shattering his left knee in the process, been wrongfully arrested, and lost his best friend in a boating accident. Oh yeah, and he's partially blind in his left eye with no hope of correction. And you're 30.
Baby, I don't want to hang out with you. You've got bad luck. Imma need for some of that to rub off before I'll even set foot in a car with you. Damn thing might run off the road.
Now, please don't get me wrong. I understand that everyone goes through things from time to time, and that it sometimes pours when it rains, but damn. Can you keep some of that to yourself, please? What exactly am I supposed to say in response to these things?
This is the kinda stuff I run into, which is why I generally stay my ass at home.