Most of the time stuff happens if you ask for it.
Perhaps you might not agree?
If we don’t say what we want, then, because we have never voiced a desire or blinked an eyelid and there was no mention of what we wanted, we don’t get what we want, — or didn’t want, if you know what I mean, — with the most assured and reliable guarantee aching towards tortured repetitiveness. We will get nothing we wanted in all its many facets. Getting what we didn’t want, because we never said we wanted it not (what we didn’t want) or having expressed what we wanted.
So we get zilch of what we really want (’cause how can it be known if we don’t vocalise it) and we get everything random else.
But, I have wanted badly, and have made it known.
Sometimes I wanted so passionately and intensely that I think I chased what I wanted away in fear, — with my ruthless burning wanting, and I was then left severely wanting and crushed.
But, when I did want in a more moderate matter of fact way, that what I wanted also approached me. Often telling me in some way or another that I should want stuff that is a bit closer to home. In a way saying that I can have a Porsche but at least the driveway should be fixed first so I don’t scrape it and parking should be available.
I know because it has happened with stuff. Not that I have a Porsche though, because, well, I wanted a girl and an aeroplane more. There seems to be a system of ranking priorities. Girl, aeroplane, Porsche … Some worldly logic would want to dictate the reverse: Aeroplane, Porsche, then girl, but it ain’t like that.
I have wanted to win the Lotto.
Bold and recurring, winning the Lotto has appeared on my ‘want list’ for decades.
It would make life a lot easier, a breeze in fact, and there are volumes of pleasures to be explored too.
I know this is drenched in hedonism and honesty, but so what, anything wrong with that?
Often I have gotten what I wanted, and, mysteriously, this included lots of shite too.
I thought I didn’t want shite, but it came along like the ‘B’ side of a 7″ single vinyl record.
I wanted to win the Lotto, — and — within a few attempts, I won the Lotto.
This is as true as this writing.
The big money Lotteries like Euromillions, and Ithuba. I won them all.
I am a multiple Lotto winner, and it tickles me that I am ‘one of those’.
It’s irrefutable and obvious proof that something I am doing works.
Jeez, what more proof does anyone want but a win in a Lottery?
Of course, I plead poverty, haha, with the look of a millionaire, — but I am such a dead giveaway.
I am plainly unsuccessful at looking poor. Yeah.
That is why I win the Lotto. One could say by extra-genetic energy application make-up or some such fantasy.
Sometimes-often I’d really rather be invisible though, but not permanently, more like on and off when it suits me. When I don’t win for instance after a loud and wild prediction proclaiming thus.
You know when you have won the Lotto, because, when you win, the Lottery makes sure you get to know about it. They’ll find you.
Are you so and so? Yes? Well, guess what?
I am a multiple winner and I can cross my heart to that.
I got what I wanted many times.
I have undisputable success.
I am a recurring winner that could hypothetically have a pattern figured out that works.
If I’d be playing at a casino they would have refused me access by now on the grounds of ‘consistent winning’ that is not in accordance with the charter of said establishment.
And because I have been verifiably successful in the past, — the past literally being ‘just now’s now,’ — why should I not be able to do the same again this immediate moment now or now-now?
This time I will also be pedantically specific.
Yes, I want to continue to win the Lotto and this time the Jackpot too.
With my own numbers.
Now! But at the latest, as soon as possible.