Almost 20 years ago, when I was a teenager, I worked with a girl who was very sarcastic & condescending to me. She was nice to everyone else; I was the only one she seemed to have a problem with. One day she said something to me (I have no memory now of what it was) that made me so angry I thought to myself, “I wish she would get in a car accident & be paralyzed”. About two weeks later, for unknown reasons, her car ran off the road & she became a quadraplegic. To this day, I still feel badly about it. I’m not sure why I feel badly–I know my wish couldn’t have caused it to happen–but it still bothers me.
Has something similar happened to anyone else?
No, but there are days where I wouldn’t mind it.
Okay yes I would, but if any one wants to beat the crud out of a specific person for me, I probably wouldn’t mind.
Some pretty horrible things have happened to people that I have known and (as a matter of coicidence?) not liked. I don’t recall ever specfically willing people to be killed in boating accidents or stricken with terrible neurological illnesses, but these things happen. I either wish good things for those I like or refuse to acknowledge the fate of those whom vex me.
About 10 years ago I had a lady come into my work and argue with me over something. Don’t remember what. But she was quite the bitch to me. After she left I hollered, “Drop dead!” to the door.
And, indeed, the next day she died of a massive heart attack.
My co-workers were very nice to me after that.
When I was about 4 years old I was walking past a neighbor’s house & saw him beating his dog. I thought to myself “Mr. McQueen is a bad man. Something bad should happen to him.”
Mr. McQueen was a commercial airline pilot & 2 days later he was killed in a plane crash. I thought I had somehow caused that.
(Of course I meant to wish him into the cornfield,but still felt guilty about the plane crash.)
Yeah, something like that happened to me earlier this year.
One of my best friends in the world, a guy I’ve know since I was three years old, got a girl he barely knew pregnant. He decided to do the honorable thing and marry her.
Now, he’s my friend, and I love him to pieces, but he’s just not ready to be a parent, emotionally or financially. Plus, from what I knew about her at the time, the girl seemed a bit sketchy. (I’ve since revised my opinion of her upward) Plus, and I know this is really selfish and immature, but I hardly ever see the guy as it is. With a kid, it seemed likely he drop out of my life entirely.
So, one day, shortly after I hear the news, I’m hanging out with a mutual friend, and we’re talking about the upcoming baby, and, what with me being this incredible wit and all, I say something like, “Is it wrong for me to hope for a miscarriage?”
Yeah.
Ha.
Ha.
You all can guess what happened five months later.
The real kicker is, in the intervening months, my friend was really rising to the challenge. He got a new, better paying job, doubled up in courses at school so he’d (finally) graduate before the kid’s first birthday, and generally cleaning up his act so that he could raise this kid right. And the girl he married was actually a good match for him. They get along great, they share a lot interests, she’s not psychotic. Pretty much the opposite of every other girl he’s ever dated. They’d have made great parents. Hopefully, they’ll get another chance. They’re still together, and the marriage seems to be working for both of them. Next time around, I’m not going to be such a piece of shit, and actually be glad when good things happen to people I love, instead of spiteful and bitter.
I have prayed to God to destroy my enemies on numerous occasions.
So far, it has never failed.
When I was in grad school, I was struggling a little to do well in a certain class. I had kept a perfect GPA up till then, and it was looking like I might get a B from this professor. He just didn’t seem to like what I wrote, and every other prof had. He was sick, with what was rumored to be AIDS. (Turned out to be true.) Just before the Thanksgiving weekend, I made the cynical remark to some classmates that if he was going to die soon, I wish he’d do it now, so another prof would take over the class and I could get an A.
Sure enough, after the long weekend, we got the news that he had died on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Another prof took the class, and I got an A. I felt like a jerk, though.
Well, I’ve had pretty good success with my voodoo dolls so far. Testicular Cancer on the first target (non-fatal), and persistant cold sores on the second (Though it still hasn’t gotten target #2 to stop talking).