The Universe Doesn't Care

So last night I came home to an old toilet without a tank running its little heart out. The emergency plumber got there around 1:30 in the morning and ended up doing exactly what I had been doing except he turned the nut just that much farther.

I was making small talk while he cleaned up and (of course) apologizing for getting him out of bed, so I also mentioned I thought the universe was mad at me given the last few months. I started listing things off: stabbed myself, email hacked, credit card stolen, hospitalized with a bad back, and now no toilet until Tuesday.

Then my lovely emergency plumber, Scott, looked up and said "hate to break it to ya' but the universe doesn't care. Everything you said just now is just life."

He had a good laugh and I realized that--dang--he's right.