Luck

I knew a guy who believed in the quality of luck. He could tell when it was coming on, he would say. Conversely, he knew when his luck had run dry.

He would be almost deliriously amused when trouble befell him, because the more bullshit he waded through the closer he was getting to that next lucky streak.

Banking, he would call it. Slowly depositing bad luck for that steadily approaching pay off.

Funnily enough he got so happy watching his little bad luck deposits go in that nothing really seemed to phase him all that much.

With that attitude I wonder if he was just lucky all the time.