Have you ever woken up with a strange feeling in your chest, like the day ahead was already plotting against you? That was exactly how CUTIS’s day began—quietly, innocently, and with absolutely no warning of the chaos to come. If bad luck had a schedule, this day belonged to it.
The alarm rang late. Not just five minutes late, but that late—the kind that makes your heart jump and your brain scramble for excuses. CUTIS shot up from the bed, tangled in the blanket like a trapped caterpillar, and the first thought was already panic: Today is not starting well. The phone slipped from their hand, hit the floor, and the screen cracked in a tiny but very noticeable spiderweb. One deep breath. One small crack. Still manageable… right?
The bathroom was the next battlefield. The toothpaste cap had vanished, the toothbrush slipped into the sink, and when CUTIS finally turned on the shower, the water came out ice-cold. Not refreshing cold. Punishment cold. CUTIS stood there shivering, staring at the wall, wondering if this was the universe’s idea of a joke. By the time the water warmed up, time had already been lost—another small defeat.
Breakfast was supposed to be simple. Just toast, eggs, maybe a cup of coffee to reset the mood. Instead, the toast burned while CUTIS answered a message, the eggs stuck to the pan like they were staging a protest, and the coffee spilled right onto the table. The smell of burnt bread mixed with frustration filled the kitchen. CUTIS stared at the mess, sighed deeply, and muttered, “Okay… one of those days.”
Leaving the house didn’t improve things. The keys were missing. Checked the table. Not there. Checked the bag. Nope. Checked pockets—still nothing. After ten minutes of frantic searching, CUTIS found them in the fridge. No explanation. Just shame. By the time the door finally closed behind them, CUTIS was already running late, mentally apologizing to everyone who might be affected.
Outside, the sky looked calm, almost mocking. The road, however, had other plans. Traffic crawled like it was deliberately slowing down for CUTIS alone. Every red light felt personal. A motorbike splashed muddy water onto CUTIS’s shoes, leaving dark stains that wouldn’t be ignored. CUTIS looked down at the mess and laughed—a tired, defeated laugh. Sometimes, that’s all you can do.
When CUTIS finally arrived at the destination, the real fails began to stack up. A presentation file wouldn’t open. The internet connection dropped at the worst possible moment. Words came out wrong, sentences tangled, and confidence slipped away piece by piece. CUTIS could feel the heat rising to the face, that familiar mix of embarrassment and self-blame. Why can’t today just cooperate?
At lunchtime, hope made a small comeback. Food usually helps. CUTIS ordered a favorite meal, imagining at least one win for the day. But when the food arrived, it was the wrong order. Spicy instead of mild. No time to change it. One bite in, CUTIS coughed, eyes watering, reaching desperately for water. Even lunch had betrayed them.
Messages on the phone didn’t help either. A misunderstanding here. A delayed reply there. One short sentence that felt colder than intended. CUTIS reread it several times, wondering if they had done something wrong. The weight of the day pressed down heavier now—not just physical mistakes, but emotional ones too. Those hurt more.
In the afternoon, CUTIS tried to fix things. Focus harder. Move slower. Be careful. Ironically, that’s when a cup tipped over, spilling water across important papers. CUTIS froze for a second, then rushed to save what could be saved, blotting pages with tissues like it might erase the bad luck too. It didn’t.
By the time evening approached, exhaustion had settled deep into CUTIS’s bones. The energy to be annoyed was gone; only acceptance remained. On the way home, the rain started—not a gentle rain, but a sudden downpour. No umbrella. Of course. CUTIS ran anyway, shoes slipping slightly, hair plastered to the forehead, clothes clinging uncomfortably. Completely soaked. Completely done.
Home should have been a safe place, but the day wasn’t finished yet. The power went out. Darkness filled the room, followed by a heavy silence. CUTIS stood there, dripping water onto the floor, and then something unexpected happened—they laughed. Not a small laugh, but a real one. Loud. Almost dramatic. Because at this point, what else could the day possibly take?
By candlelight, CUTIS sat down, wrapped in a towel, finally slowing down for the first time all day. In that quiet moment, the failures replayed like a movie: the cracked phone screen, the burnt toast, the wrong words, the spilled water, the rain. It all felt overwhelming… yet strangely human.
CUTIS realized something important then. This wasn’t a day that defined them. It was just a day. A messy, unlucky, exhausting day—but still just one day. Everyone has them. The kind of day where nothing goes right, where even your best effort feels clumsy. The kind of day that makes you question yourself and sigh more than you smile.
But there was also another truth hidden inside all those fails: CUTIS kept going. Despite the frustration, despite the embarrassment, despite the urge to give up and crawl back into bed, CUTIS moved forward. That counted for something. Maybe for a lot.
Before sleeping, CUTIS cleaned up slowly, carefully. Not perfectly. Just enough. The cracked phone was placed gently on the table. Wet shoes were set aside to dry. Tomorrow could deal with the rest. Lying in bed, listening to the rain fade away, CUTIS whispered to the ceiling, “Please be kinder tomorrow.”
Have you ever had a day like that? A day where everything feels slightly off, where even small tasks become challenges, and luck seems to be laughing somewhere in the background? If you have, then you understand CUTIS perfectly. And if you haven’t yet—don’t worry. One day, you will. Because unfortunate days are part of being human.
The good news? They always end. And tomorrow, quietly and patiently, waits for a fresh start. 💙
