Is that asking too goddam much?!
Bad day, Eve? Or is this just some one-off thing?
Personally, I much prefer to be confronted by a horrific series of insurmountable disasters, but to each his/her own.
Shouldn’t this be in IMHO?
Yes, just because that would interfere with everything going my way, which is obviously a priority.
Yes, but asking it is traditional.
Aw, poor Eve.
Let me give you a nice back rub and foot massage until it all goes away. 
I think Calvin said it best in Calvin and Hobbes–why is the world never unfair in my favor?
I personally like the quote: “I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.”
Sorry if many days are attacking you at once, Eve!
No, it’s definitely not too much to ask! Oh, and if you do figure out how to make everything go your way, you’ll let us in on it, right? Please?
What’s the matter, Eve? Did entropy win again? 
I think I’d just settle for events to ignore me instead of actively seeking to thwart my every enjoyment in life.
But that’s just me.
There’s the story of the guy that died and when he woke up he was in a place where everything did go his way (make up your own story of what this would entail). After a few days he got sick and tired of it and went to the person in charge and said "I can’t stand everything being so perfect, I want to go to the “other place”. The person-in-charge replied "I’m sorry, but this is the “other place.” :eek:
[Spoiler]
This is an original Twilight Zone episode storyline, with the ‘diabolical’ Sebastian Cabot in one of his most brilliant roles as the guy who at first appears to be an Angel…
the protagonist is a two-bit thug who, after he dies, gets all the beautiful dames, wins at every casino game he tries, easily robs every bank in town, etc.
great episode.[/spoiler]
Yes . . . yes it should.
Cajun Man
for the SDMB
You see, nothing goddam goes my way–even Cajun Man has turned on me!
(“IMHO?!”)
Mr Smith: “Haha, a casino where I’m winning? A car must have killed me, I must be … in heaven! … A casino where I always win. That’s boring. I must really be … in hell!”
Speaker: “No Mr Smith, you are not in heaven or hell. You are on an air plane.”
Mr Smith: “There is a gremlin destroying the plane! You’ve gotta believe me!”
Speaker: “Why should I believe you? You’re Hitler!”
Mr Smith: “Noo! Eva Braun, help me! Aaaaargh!”
Bender: “Saw it comin’”
Well, I was joking, but I guess one could consider “Is that asking too goddam much?!” to be a poll . . .
I swear, if it wasn’t for ice cream, denial, and prescription painkillers, I would completely lose my mind and be found wandering the streets, muttering to myself and wearing beige shoes with a gray suit . . .
I’ll send you some ice cream. Garlic OK?
Hey, Eve! Prescription antidepressants help to a certain degree (if this is an ongoing thing). Also, I’ve found that mass quantities of beer do wonders (sorry). If not for unfortunate life circumstances, at least for chronic pain, which plagues me. I actually find myself feeling better and better at dealing with “crap” the more I am by myself. My soon-to-be 21-year-old son lives with me, but he spends his time sequestered in his room on his computer, so he “counts,” but at the same time doesn’t, because our interactions are limited. So mostly, I deal with whatever life hands me on my own (with the chemicals, of course). After two years of the shit, I am, truly, getting better at it, although I would not wish that period of my life on anyone…