Why isn’t the bus on time? Why can’t I find my pen? Why did my pansies have to get killed by aphids? The answer is; because they hate me. The bus hates me. The pen hates me. The aphids hate me.
I find myself thinking about this quote from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King a lot. I can’t remember which book, but it is after the fourth, I haven’t read longer than the fourth book in quite a few years as the fourth is my favorite, and the quote hasn’t come up at those times so either in the fifth, sixth or seventh book.
It isn’t anyhting deep in any way or if I remember correctly (which I surely don’t) significant to the plot even, but almost daily I have this quote appear in my mind.
So someone asks Roland, the main character, why the fire won’t catch, or why the wood won’t burn or something along those lines and Roland replies so matter-of-factly, that it is “because it hates us”.
As in, the fire hates them personally and thus is refusing to burn. And in the series, yes, it made sense, because it’s quite surreal at times, but that line has stuck with me for so many years. Out of 7 books, some pretty hefty ones, this is the only quote I remember. And I don’t even remember the context or what the situation was.
Anyway, somehow this reason always come up whenever something happens. Why is the wind so strong today making biking harder than it has to be? Because the wind hates me. Why did the opener tab thing on the can of peaches fall off? Because it hates me and doesn’t want me to eat the peaches. Why is it raining when I wanted to go to the park? Because it hates me. Obviously.
It’s so silly. Such a ridiculous reason for anything to ever happen, but it makes me laugh, and makes it easier to brush off these small, insignifiant obstacles that sometimes tries to throw you off in your daily life.
So live, laugh, love, pray, eat, all of that and remember; if something bad happens, it’s only because it hates you, so no use worrying about it.
Diary of a Norwegian in Japan 