The Impression That I Get

“I’ve never had to knock on wood,
And I’m glad I haven’t yet.
Because I’m sure it isn’t good,
That’s the impression that I get.”
-The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, The Impression That I Get

So.
I’m doing pretty well, I daresay.
I’ve been seeing a girl for a few weeks now. We’re going for a casual sort of thing, although she’s strongly hinting towards wanting the couplehood thing. Which may happen, who knows? But then, I have this tendency to jump headlong into relationships and that has come back to bite me, which is why I want to take this one slowly. Well, that’s one reason.
She also has a tendency, from what she has told me, to get bored of boys easily. Which, at this point, makes me reticent to go “Okay, we’re serious now” and open myself up to a much greater disappointment when she inevitably leaves. Because I’m one boring motherfucker.
I also got a new car. 2001 Honda Civic. Which is also nice.
My job has been back up to full-time for the past month or so. Looking for overtime volunteers, too, so that’s good.
I have a lot of good things going for me, which is why I’m looking over my shoulder. I’m just a little nervous, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because, you know, things never seem to go too well for me for too long.
And I wonder where, exactly, the first thing will go wrong.