Luck is a gift; a gift that Patrick does not possess. He had hope at one point, but now he’s fully convinced that he’s somehow cursed. Maybe it’s part of being a teenager, but he’s still not too sure. Everyone has some misfortunes at times, yes, but not typically a tragedy a day. While the tragedies aren’t absolutely horrible, they are enough to send Patrick into some form of an existential crisis, asking himself what he could’ve possibly done to receive such horrible luck.
Now, Patrick does have good days, but they aren’t very common. It’s more likely that he’ll somehow drop an amp on the toes of his sneakers while trying to lug the band equipment back into the van after a show than it would be to find a stray ten-dollar bill in one of his pockets. It’s always the little things that count, he likes to tell himself. It’s a comforting statement at this point for him.
He starts the day off strong by somehow breaking his favorite headphones. Oh, if only mornings could treat him better... He blankly stares at the slightly mangled headphones before testing them, only to discover that there is no sound coming out of the left side anymore.
“Fantastic,” He groans as he reluctantly tosses the headphones into the trash. It feels like a waste, but the things were pretty old. He’d buy another pair eventually.
Patrick sighed and occupied himself with working on a crossword puzzle in the newspaper. He had nothing better to do at the moment. Surprisingly, he managed to get through the puzzle without any disasters, but he still didn’t raise his hopes. He found that if he kept his expectations low, he had a hard time getting disappointed. Sad, but true.
He questions everything internally for the fifth time that week as he stared at the completed crossword puzzle, unsure of what to do with himself now. It was one of the cherished days Patrick wasn’t completely occupied with doing band-related stuff: working on possible song ideas, arguing over lyrics with the bassist, actually getting stuff done, and falling asleep (and drooling) on their notes.
Another lucky moment arrived as he heard a knock on the door, saving him from potentially being bored to death. Patrick, being at a meager height of 5’4 and not growing, nearly falls off his tall kitchen chair as he gets up to go see who is at the door. He simply rolls his eyes and walks to the door, surprised to see one of his friends standing there, looking slightly impatient.
Patrick opened the door and looked at his friend. “Hey, Gabe. Come in.”
He stepped out of the way and Gabe walked in, already chattering as he went into the kitchen to raid Patrick’s fridge (Is a friend truly a friend if they don’t steal your food sometimes?). Patrick closed the door and walked back into the kitchen, climbing back up into one of his inconveniently tall chairs then he began to absently skim the comic section in the newspaper. Gabe just kept on babbling as he sat down and shoved some food in his face, being polite enough to stop talking long enough to actually chew and swallow the food.
Patrick was particularly interested in one comic when Gabe started yapping again. He looked up, listening to his friend and nodding when necessary, but then he took every chance he could to continue reading the short comic strip. He eventually finished it then focused his attention fully on Gabe. Gabe was certainly a chatterbox, but he was an interesting fellow, so it made the conversations much less dreary. At the moment, Gabe was discussing his view on animal cruelty.
Genuinely curious about Gabe’s opinions, Patrick listened intently, and found himself agreeing with Gabe wholeheartedly. Gabe finally tired himself out and suggested that they go for a walk, and Patrick complied. They ventured on a walk in the park nearby that had a short, scenic trail that led into the forest and had a small gazebo and rest area built at the end of the trail. Patrick admired the beauty of the nature around as he answered some questions Gabe had about the band Patrick was in. Gabe was not in the band, so he was always curious to know what was going on.
Patrick told Gabe exactly what they had been doing; they had been recently working on some new song lyrics and melodies to those songs. Gabe found that to be exciting, and wished them luck on it. Patrick could’ve scoffed, considering he himself obviously had very little luck, but instead he thanked Gabe and they continued walking, both staying quiet for a while. Under normal circumstances, Patrick would’ve felt awkward because of the long silence, but he was currently so engrossed in the scenery that he forgot that there was even a silence to begin with.
They soon reached the end of the trail, and Patrick was still impressed by how pretty the gazebo truly was, even if he had seen it endless times due to him walking the trail quite often. He and Gabe entered the gazebo to sit for a while, talk, and appreciate the view. Patrick finally realized that he hadn’t had any bad luck in the past hour or so that he had been spending with Gabe. Even the simplest hour of peace meant the world to Patrick, and his mood certainly improved because of it. He came to a conclusion; after observing it for quite a while, he found that one way he could stifle his terrible luck was to spend time with his friends and loved ones. Because face it, even if you have the worst luck in the world, what could possibly be more comforting than friends and family?