It’s possible you are cursed. People curse others all the time. Some curse entire nations and generations of people. All the inhabitants of towns might be cursed by someone who got kicked out of a town, or a bar, or even just had a car accident on a Friday night. Maybe you were cursed by someone’s religious text a thousand or two thousand years ago because your ancestors didn’t “pray right”.
So, if you don’t know, assume you are.
But that leaves the question why any curse would be affecting you. Everyone is also blessed. Some are blessed on a daily basis - like, if you live in the USA you’re being blessed, en masse, on a daily basis by everything from your currency to your politicians.
So … why do you think you’re cursed? And more importantly, why do you think such a curse would be working? And if you believe curses are effective and have power, why aren’t your blessings more effective and more powerful?
Just asking - I know everyone has their own feelings about whether curses or blessings even exist, or how they work. Some believe in divinity that cares about whether our cars get flat tires. And some believe in devils that are testing us for various reasons. Some thing life itself is a test, and attribute massive and consequential powers to magical beings.
So - what you mean ‘curse’ and why you think ‘curse worked’ is important. Religion? Magic? Some sort of alien presence that is fucking with you, personally, for some reason?
Because for most people curses and blessings are no more effective or meaningful in their day to day life than which shows they like on Netflix, or which potato chip they prefer. And they ‘God bless this or that’ with all the intensity and intention that they drop a nickel into a donation jar. They know it won’t help - it’s just a motion to make it look like you’re participating ‘like a good believer’.
So … what’s your deal?
Or are you just saying you’re cursed because where ever you go, there you are?
@Ciaran
Well, bad luck just seems to follow me all the time and I am romantically hopeless no matter what I do. It’s like life itself is just toying with me with false hopes and dreams that are just that, false. I ain’t got nothing and nobody to really count on and at the end of the day, I am still lonely…I think about death a lot as well and I wonder if it is truly the end, or just the beginning. I am afraid of a lot of different things, some are practically incurable whilst others have a remedy, but I’m afraid I’d just be trading one phobia for another; an example would be having arachnophobia, I get over that, but then another fear like Scopophobia, which I also have, gets worse. It really does feel like life is teasing me with good, but then just takes it away at a moment’s notice…also, my quality of life is so terrible and bad that I dare say that I am alive, but not exactly living…I don’t want to die, but I long for death…am I just in a vicious, cursed cycle or am I truly just doomed to fail?…