Luck is a ridiculous thing

Before starting, let me be clear as a 144p YouTube tutorial recorded in 2012.

What I’m about to write is my story from my perspective. It may or may not align with science, logic, psychology, quantum mechanics, astrology, or whatever else humanity currently believes in. So if you think this is complete nonsense… honestly? Maybe it is. Idk.

But this happened. At least according to my memory, and unless I suddenly unlock hidden schizophrenia DLC, I stand by it.

A little backstory

After finishing higher secondary school, my friend circle slowly went through the natural evolution process of all friend groups:

some disappeared into the void,
some became “bro we should meet someday” NPCs,
and some stayed active through games, Telegram, Discord, and every platform known to mankind.

At one point, there were mainly 2–3 close friends I regularly talked to online. We gamed together, suffered together, got tilted together. Peak friendship.

Then over time, two of them drifted away. One remained. I also made new friends in college and introduced everyone together into the same online spaces.

Everything was normal.

Or so I thought.

The realization

Soon, I started noticing something deeply wrong with my life.

Not in a dramatic anime protagonist way. More like:

performing worse in games,
grades going downhill,
family relations becoming weird,
social interactions turning awkward,
and my overall luck evaporating like my FPS during team fights.

At first, I ignored it.

But then I noticed a pattern.

That one friend — or rather, fiend — was somehow absorbing every ounce of luck from my existence like a WiFi signal booster from hell.

No, I am dead serious.

Every game we played together:

he improved,
I deteriorated.

In gacha games, this dude pulled legendary characters like Hoyoverse & Kuro Games personally blessed his account while I was out there collecting disappointment and purple rarity garbage.

We’d compare pulls and it genuinely looked rigged.

And in FPS games?

Brother.

Enemies treated him like a peaceful civilian under Geneva Convention protection while I had a glowing neon sign above my head saying:

“FREE KILL HERE”

Not once. Not twice. Constantly.

You could say:

“Bro you were just jealous.”

And honestly? Fair argument.

But it didn’t feel like jealousy.

It felt like this man was secretly connected to some underground luck siphoning pipeline.

He was thriving academically, gaming better, vibing through life, while I was getting hit by every imaginable bad RNG event known to humanity.

Coincidence?

Probably.

Do I still believe something demonic was happening?

Absolutely.

My reaction

So naturally, like any mentally stable person, I accused him of sucking out my luck.

Repeatedly.

He ignored it every single time, which honestly makes sense because imagine your friend randomly tells you:

“Bro stop draining my life force.”

What are you even supposed to reply to that?

Still, I couldn’t just block someone over a theory that sounds like rejected anime filler content.

So life continued like this for over a year.

And then came Fall 2025.

The Fall

Around Fall 2025, some drama exploded inside my small online community in Discord I had made with friends and mutuals.

Classic internet lore.

Arguments happened. Disputes happened. People chose sides. Civilization collapsed. Birds stopped singing. You know how it goes.

The important thing is:
I was factually correct.

(Yes I may be biased. This is my blog. Deal with it.)

I cut ties with the people involved.

Including him.

Because instead of standing with me, he prioritized the others.

After that?
No calls.
No messages.
No effort from either side.

And honestly, good riddance.

The Awakening

Near the end of 2025, I randomly made a prediction:

“2026 is gonna be the year of unexpectations. And it’s gonna be my year.”

And somehow…

IT ACTUALLY STARTED HAPPENING.

Not in a lottery-winning billionaire way.

But life genuinely improved.

2026 became weirdly good:

unexpected artist collaborations started happening,
creators I never expected interacted,
political changes happened in my locality after years of corruption and nonsense,
family relationships improved,
social life became healthier,
I started performing better in studies,
games became enjoyable again,
good music started releasing,
good games started releasing,
and even the AI bubble finally started showing cracks instead of every company screaming “AI AI AI” every 4 seconds.

Things just… flowed better.

And then one day…

HE CALLED.

The Return of the Luck Goblin

I was eating when his name suddenly appeared on my phone.

Genuinely shocking moment.

I didn’t pick up because:

I was eating.
I was confused.
My fight-or-flight response activated for absolutely no reason.

Later I called back and asked if something was wrong.

This man replies:

“I was just calling, nothing in particular.”

AND HANGS UP.

Months of silence.
And THAT was the reason.

The next day he calls again on Telegram.

I pick up.

And this absolute creature says:

“Will you play?”

BROTHER WHAT???

You disappear for months like a side character after Season 1 and suddenly respawn asking me to queue up?

I lost it.

I basically went:

“Are you serious right now? Who randomly calls someone after months just to ask them to play? PLAY WHAT EVEN?”

He just said:

“ok”

And hung up.

Then messaged me some nonsense the next day after at 6AM, which became the final reason I blocked him permanently.

Honestly?
Absolute Cinema.

After effect

Now here’s the part that makes this entire story sound even more insane.

After cutting him off…

my luck actually improved.

Not joking.

My gacha luck improved.
Games became smoother.
Life overall became calmer.

So now the obvious question is:

“What exactly was he doing?”

I DON’T KNOW.

And how does “luck sucking” even work?

Again:
NO CLUE.

Maybe it was psychological.
Maybe coincidence.
Maybe negative energy.
Maybe I’m just mentally cooked.

But all I know is:
when he left my life, things started getting better.

And that’s weird enough for me to write this entire thing.

Luck is a ridiculous thing.

Fin

Thanks for reading this… blog? rant? conspiracy theory? public mental evaluation?

Idk what this qualifies as anymore.

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