^{I would like to suggest a concept that might seem negative, but for some of us “atypical” people in the world, you have to think in opposites. For as long as I can remember, anytime I got up in the morning after a particularly challenging week, and said to myself, “Self, today is going to be a great day. I am going to overcome any obstacle that comes my way with a smile on my face.” This is immediately followed by what I visualize as the Gods up above stopping everything they are doing, rubbing their hands together with a smirk on their faces and they say to each other, “Oh…this is going to be good! Good times! We are going to put this girl to the challenge! Boooaaawwwwhahaha!” This seemingly positive manifestation immediately brings on a host of disasters the minute I walk out the door. Maybe some of us have a crossed wire that then causes any positive manifestations that are sent out to the universe to have a reverse polarity and by the time the vibration is spread out to the universe, the message is more like, “I’m ready! Bring on the fucking with me!”}

^{I felt really good about my day (for starters) and when I walked out to my car, started it up and then backed out, my car has a serious limp and lean. I then recalled the very bumpy ride home from work yesterday and how the steering kept seriously pulling to the right. I drove fast and stayed in the slow lane on the freeway because I just felt an impending doom about it, knowing SOMETHING was not quite right. I had too many other things on my mind at the time like how I was almost virtually broke (since the day after payday two weeks ago; my internet service was about to be cut off; a few other bills had not been paid because I had to pay so many other things; my food supply was about to run out, and it was miserably hot out. When I got home, concrete workers were downstairs grinding concrete for hours – irritating the fuck out of me with the noise, while they blasted Mariachi music. My favorite! NOT! I love virtually all music – except MARIACHI. I finally lost it about 5:30 pm, screaming at the top of my lungs, YOU ARE DONE! TURN THAT SHIT OFF! So, I figured I made some new enemies. When I went downstairs this morning to my flat tire, the guys I screamed at offered to fill my tire with air, to no avail. It was cracked and worn and I have no money for a new tire.}

^{So, I propose that some of us try reverse psychology. Get up in the morning and say, “Today is going to be the most fucked day ever! Bring on the bullshit, I’m ready!” The experiment begins today.}