I think I'm cursed

I've come to realize that a lot of random things happen to me and part of me thinks it's because I have bad luck.

For instance, my mishap with a squirrel yesterday. Yes, a squirrel.
In a nutshell, it ran up my leg after I tried to beckon it over. Now try picturing me making the attempt to shake it off my leg, in the middle of the street, right behind Robarts Library. I was sooo embarrassed. The sad thing is, I've had a similar experience, in which I got owned, by 4 pigeons. They basically took my bread and flew on my arms and shoulders, which scared the heck out of me.

Anyway, back to more bad luck!

Last night, my car battery died. It was completely my fault for leaving my radio and heater on without turning on the engine. And, when you're about 30 mins from home, without jumper cables at 4 in the morning, with a full bladder, everything looks worse than it really is.

Thank God that after asking around, a really kind McDonald's employee lent me his jumper cables!

Is it just me, or do you think that bad luck actually exists?
Or is it merely negative thinking?

Why do these things happen to me, and not to other people? Sure, it seems funny when I tell my random stories, but do I actually want to be in these situations? Not really.

It always seems like anything is bound to happen when you're me.