bad luck

I haven’t broken any mirror, and I don’t think I could be so important to someone that I would get a spell on me (not that I don’t deserve it!).
All right, I admit it: I do like number 13, oh, and passing down ladders. But so what? That can’t give me all the bad luck I have gotten since I can remember.
Let’s see: I get to a place ( for the record: on time) and the person I’m looking for has just left. My computer collapses on the day I have important work to present. I’m getting to the bus stop and the fricking bus driver deliberately ignores me. I have to go out in my black t-shirt on a 37º day. My dog bites me. The man I’m in love with, well, you know that part...
What else? Every day I have to see these annoying neighbours of mine. I plan to watch a film and the light goes out (typical!). My pen runs out of ink in the middle of an exam. My cellphone, that I hate anyway, falls in water. And so many more things.
Anyway, don't you ever feel that there's something magical behind bad luck? I don't know, maybe is the twisted way in which things turn into a solution. The funny road that problems (or is it us?) choose. The light always present (sharp!) at the end of the tunnel, or whatever you wanna call it. Having bad luck definitely gives you extra points.
I know I always complain about it (the little black cloud on top of us, we call it) but the funny thing is, I kind of enjoy bad luck. Seriously, when things are solved easily, when people are nice to me for no reason, I really miss the hard part. I miss not having to get angry and swear. So what do you think? How crazy am I?