who was the first person to ever ask why is this happening to me right now? there had to have been a first time, perhaps early in evolution, when the concept of reasoning first appeared in the human brain. because animals don’t ask themselves that question, even under the direst circumstances (i’m assumng). when i watch planet earth and a goat is being chased down by a snow fox, is the goat’s inner monologue screaming “why is this happening to meeeeee????” when a herd of elephants, after weeks of seeking out a water hole, is disturbed from their hydration session by a pride of lions, are the elephants moaning, “why the fuck now?”
i’ve asked why is this happening to me right now many times – in fact it might even be a hobby. most of the time, my situation is less serious than being chased by a snow fox or lion. times i have asked why is this happening to me right now include:
- my computer crashing in the middle of working on something that i didn’t save as
- when i have an important engagement the next morning but am unable to fall asleep
- when i’m about to miss my flight
- when i spill almond butter on my shirt and try to wipe it with my finger only to discover i also have almond butter on my finger
- when i’m really craving a specific kind of noodles and show up at the restaurant that serves those noodles only to find out that they’re closed specifically on thursday for some reason
- when i’m about to miss my train
- whe i’m really craving a specific kind of noodles and show up at the restaurant but when i start ordering, the waiter responds with a wince and says “we’re actually out of that today.”
- when i’m about to miss my bus
- when the key isn’t working for the door to my friend’s apartment in new york where i’m crashing, and it’s the middle of the night, and i’m faded
- when i have the hiccups
there have also been the more serious, grave, tragic moments – the kind that i don’t really want to bring it up right now since i’d rather finish this post instead of lying in a faceplant for the rest of the day. these are the times when it really feels like The Saint of Shittiness decided to shit its grace on thee. it’s those instances when why is this happening to me right now isn’t just an expression of frustration or a rhetorical question – when i am actually in need of an answer. it’s also the times when, even if i got an answer, it certainly wouldn’t suffice to make me feel any better or get through it any more smoothly.
the word “happen” is rooted in hap, an old english term that straddles the thin line between “fortune” and “fate” – two notions that are borne of the inability to otherwise explain why things are the way they are. thus, why is this happening is already a circular statement. why is this happening? literally because.
now why is this happening to me? here is when i put myself not only into an equation, but envision myself as the center of that equation. if i’m stuck in traffic while in a rush to get somewhere (whether it’s for an event i’ll forget about next week, or it’s to the hospital to see a loved one for the last time) i am able to put myself into a headspace in which all the people in all their cars trying to get to wherever they’re going are merely the setting of my stage, the obstruction to my purpose. these are not people who the traffic is happening to, also. these people are the traffic. if only they all knew that the only purpose of their existence was to be in my way! and since everyone is only existing in that situation to be an obstacle, the question of why is this happening to me is also a choice to see everyone else not as in the situation with me, but in situation to me. why isn’t this happening to y’all? even though it is. y’all might think i’m happening to you, but y’all are actually happening to me.
and why right now? the element of right now not only pits me against the world, but also pits the me right now against the me in every other moment. when i ask why is this happening to me right now i’m also asking why isn’t this happening to me at another time? it doesn’t matter when something terrible is happening to me, it’s always definitely not the right time. if it happens when i’m already struggling, it’s kicking me while i’m down. if it happens when i’m just fine, it’s raining on my parade. why is this happening to me right now assumes that if i had a time machine that i could stuff a happening into, i would just send it to any of my past or future selves to deal with – and that includes a past or future self who is already asking themselves why is this happening to me right now, whatever is happening and whenever their now is. as long as it’s not the right now me, the most important me, as far as i’m concerned.
i only ask why is this happening to me right now during the most pronounced moments, the kinds that i can’t ignore. it goes without saying that things are always happening, happening to me, to me right now. for me to hope to stop being in situations where i need to ask that question is to hope that i can go through the rest of my life without incidents, without experiences that stop me in my tracks and force me to demand reason. it’s to ask for a life where i never have to engage with any happening, any moment.
the question is always easier to answer once it has gone past its shelf-life, when it has become why did that happen to me then? when the experience, the self, and the moment all become abstract and can be viewed for all that they are. amidst trying times, i’m sometimes able to momentarily gasp for air and see a glimmer of clarity. everything that has happened to me before has, in essence, made me who i am. so why is this happening to me right now? because, like all the other times, it is making me ready for what will happen next.