How are you cursed?

I have bad luck at restaurants. Order wrong, hair in food, obnoxious guest sitting next to me, ordered and paid and totally forgotten about, waitress quit her job while I was waiting on her to bring food, ordered a cheeseburger at a drive thru and got home and there was no burger patty on it, hibachi restaurant hostess didn’t turn the grill on for the chef and had to wait 30mins for it to warm up. I’m polite. It’s not me.

I constantly feel lonely, but too socially anxious to go out and try to socialize. Keeping existing friendships alive or forming new ones is also something I struggle with.
- Socializing ain't worth it anyway. Lot of work for absolutely no result. I guess thats my curse.
  Luckily I'm good at self-entertainment. I thrive in solitariness. Introvert to my bones. Still, would have been nice to have someone to be alone together with sometimes.
  
  I don't mind being alone for the most part, I have a lot of things I want to do and those activities are (mostly) solitary. Still, there are certain things that I crave others for. I want to go out, to concerts, party, travel, have a good time, and I want to do that with others. I feel like I used to handle loneliness in a better way, but now I'm just feeling depressed and slightly suicidal over it. And I don't know how to fix it...
  
  For me it's not so much the solitude I enjoy. Many people seem to feel like being alone is the worst thing and being with anyone else is better than that. I feel like there are many people who being with is worse than being alone. I enjoy my own company. That's the bar one needs to reach for me to want to hang with them.

Dice hate me. It doesn't matter the context, if I need to roll, it's gonna go poorly for me.

I have extremely specific interests which makes me quite difficult to please. I usually can't say I like some certain subject because I like a specific sub-category of that subject and the rest doesn't interest me at all even though to an outsider they may seem like the same thing.
I over-think and over-analyze everything. I assume most things people say and do have some deep meaning which I'm always trying to figure out. I'm kind of subconscioussly assuming every comment others makes is the end result of a long chain of logic and reasoning.
It's almost impossible for me to get upset about stuff in the media for example and thus people may often assume I'm for something only because I'm not violently against it. I feel like I have quite strong sense of empathy and I can view many things from both sides and I find a ton of nuance in everything. Things that are simple to others are very complex to me.
I have bit of a superiority complex. The thing just is that I don't consider myself to be especially intelligent - just that many others seem to be way below the treshold I'm expecting from an average person. I have almost no tolerance for people who seem uncapable of generating independent thoughts. If your opinions are consistently predictable then I lose respect for you.
- I was fully prepared to make my own top level comment, but I see someone already said exactly everything I was thinking.
  Do you also sometimes feel like the real world is just a bit too real? Like you can't find anything special or magical about the world? I feel that is a curse, too, when I see so many people who see something about life and the world I just don't see.
  
  I'm not sure I agree with that. I'm definitely capable of feeling awe. I love vast landscapes, big trees, staring at ants, excavators, passing highway traffic, flow of water, campfire, night sky etc. Those things seem quite "magical" for me.

I have near perfect timing.
I can set a ten minute timer, walk away, and then wander back into the room ten seconds before the beep.
I can go to sleep without an alarm set and wake up at 4am if I need to.
Everyone around me is late. All. The. Time.

- My issue is screens cracking. I will drop a device from several feet onto concrete and nothing will happen but I'll bump it off the couch onto carpet and half the screen is shattered

I love making art, but only have small bursts of motivation to make anything.

I have an extremely sensitive nose. It really has no positive sides apart from maybe mildly impressing someone for a brief moment.
If you've ever seen that episode of SpongeBob where Patrick gets a nose, then that pretty much sums it up.

I’ve almost been abducted by too many people that made it to the news for murder or rape.
Pro tip: don’t accept rides or help from strangers.

I'm not. I'm a eudaemoniac, blessed by God with beauty, health, luck, and a physical inability to feel regret.

Pedantry

All of my animals end up having weird special needs or differing medical issues.

If anyone is throwing or rolling a ball (not at me or to me) it will hit me.
Also I seem doomed to never find a good apricot but I don't think that's just me.
ETA I am also remarkably unlucky at raffles. Work holiday party does these and they are generous, chance about 50/50. Eleven years now, I have struck out.

I cannot, for the life of me, go see either David Wilcox or Kim Mitchell in concert.
Every time I try, something comes up. Most recently, I tried to go see Kim Mitchell, and he had a heart attack before the show and had to cancel.
The strangest thing is that they're both Canadian acts, and I live in one of the biggest cities in Canada, so its not like they only come around once every five or ten years. Its become like a yearly occurence of finding out why I wont see them this time lol.

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I'm clumsy. The more care I take over over lifting food to my mouth, the more likely it is to go on my shirt. And I've injured my wife twice while trying to be cute and loving.