Forcing My Hand On Money.

arc here.

Today was a very odd day.
My mom took me to the temple in San Jose, to help me with my luck in the future.
The sad part is, it was one of the shittiest spiritual/religious feelings i've ever had.


Ever.


I was told to donate money. It wasn't a suggestion from my mom, it was a command.

After giving them the money, (with both hands as a sign of respect) the person just flipped it into a box and scribbled my name on it.
They didn't say thank you, they didn't say anything. Just a flip and a scribble.


After that, my mom ordered me to go to the Great Mall to look for a bright red shirt.
Red in east asian culture is very lucky, FYI.

During my search for a suitable shirt, i found the exact jacket i had wanted before i splurged on a jacket at express: a motorcycle nylon shell jacket from kenneth cole.

It was the hardest thing to do, to look at it - knowing that you wanted this jacket for 3 years, and you had to pass on it.

I ended up with a red hurley shirt for 7 bucks.


7 days in and forced to spend 7 bucks on a shirt.
It felt cheap. It felt like cheating. Unfortunately, I had to; I have no red shirts in my closet.


Hopefully my luck will change.

Too bad I don't believe in luck.