Acts of Kindness
I think those who are the happiest are those who feel that they’re in the most control of their lives, that what they do and how they do it matters, that if they “keep their nose clean” as my grandfather used to say they can avoid heartache and despair and stress and disaster. You make your own luck. You are in control of your destiny and fate.
Of course, I doubt anyone thinks that they are in 100% control of their lives, and likewise hopefully no one thinks they have no control at all. It’s where one falls on that continuum that matters, and I think Adrianna definitely felt that she occupied the lower part of that range for most of her life. Much of her behavior and life choices, both good and bad, were probably directed at regaining or maintaining as much of that control as she could.
I’m going to talk more at some point about her personal demons and the life-long struggles she had with these issues, but right now I want to talk about her luck, because I think this also affected how much she felt in control of her life.
She definitely had bad luck, and often anything that could go wrong would go wrong. I understood this and commiserated with her, for my early life felt the same. An important job interview? You have a flat tire. Waiting for an important piece of mail? The sender addressed it incorrectly and you thus miss a deadline. You finally save up to fix the dryer and get it done, and the next day the washer breaks. The only car key you have falls out of your hand, bounces twice on the pavement before falling down a storm drain. That sort of thing. She attracted such events, and there really is little one can do to change such luck other than expect the worst and plan accordingly, and believe me, both of us did this. Anything for a perceived sense of control.