Being a social butterfly has its many advantages.  One such advantage is that you hear a lot about other people who are rather removed from you emotionally.  This can be tedious at times, but also can really work for you when things happen in threes. 

For instance, say one day you hear about a tree falling on someone’s house.  “What a pity!”, you say, and then move on to the next bit of news on the list.  But then, maybe a day or so later, you hear about another tree falling on yet another person’s house.  That’s when you start thinking, “Oh shit. This is not good.”  Because these kinda things happen in threes. So now your mind goes wandering crazy, and you start taking second glances at all those sinister trees hovering over your house, just waiting to instill disaster upon your life.  You figure your chances are 50-50.  The next one to go could be you, could be some other poor sod.

Here’s where being a social butterfly comes in handy.  For every person you gossip with talk to, for every blog you read, for every conversation you eavesdrop on overhear, you exponentially lessen the chances of that third unfortunate person being you.  It works, if you put your mind to it.  If you start reaching out to all the people you know, dropping hints left and right, then eventually you will most likely hear those magic words.

“Speaking of trees, did you hear about…”

I know it seems callous and cold hearted.  But if you were to be brutally honest with yourself, I am sure you would agree with me.  Because when you get right down to it, wouldn’t you rather have that third tree fall on Aunt Matilda’s butcher’s brother’s neighbor’s house than your own?  I’m just saying.

I also try to pass along such news as well, whenever I think about it and it seems as if it can help.  For instance, after I put my poor Thai to sleep, I made sure I mentioned it and spread the word all around.  This way anyone that heard about my cat biting the dust, just upped their pet’s chance of survival by another 33.3%.  Long live Fluffy!

However, sometimes I get a little anxious about these strange things that happen in threes, especially when the luck is swinging the other way.  Like now. This is why I may be laying low for a while.  You see, I recently heard about two people winning what I consider to be a lot of money.  Money I could surely use right about now.  I figure the less people I talk to, the less blogs I read, the less eavesdropping I do, the less of a chance I have of hearing about that third pot of gold landing in someone else’s greedy hands. This social butterfly is heading back into the cocoon. I am gonna work real hard on keeping the odds in my favor so that Ed McMahon comes a-knocking on my door.