It's hard to take yourself seriously if you realize that everything you have ever managed to achieve in your short life has been purely on the basis of luck, with not a whisper of hard work or actual effort to be seen. A prime example: today was my midterm and I had procrastinated beginning studying at all till this morning when my paper was at two in the afternoon. I played Age of Empires and Monopoly late into the night, then went to bed and woke up at eleven, which was when I began to go through the slides for the first time. Once done with this, I had a leisurely bath and hauled myself off to the university to give my midterm, realizing full well that I had not studies at all and flunking said midterm would be all on my own head. Once there, I passed by the notice board which had the most beautiful combination of words since Sidrah's last bit of poetry: "The ALP midterm has been rescheduled on Tuesday the 21st of July".

What happens when the luck finally runs out? I wouldn't want to know.