Raise your hand if you’ve ever stared at the ceiling and whispered, “Why me, God?” Maybe it was after a particularly rough day — you spilt your coffee, your Wi-Fi crashed during your assignment, and your bus ditched at the worst possible moment.In these moments, it feels like the entire universe is personally plotting against you. Like there’s a secret committee somewhere taking notes on how to make your life harder.
But here’s the truth that stings a little: Life isn’t actually out to get you. It’s not even focused on you. Our brains, though? They’re dramatic. They love turning a small inconvenience into a great tragedy. We stub a toe and suddenly it’s “the worst day ever.” We forget a password, and it’s “nothing ever works out for me.” It’s only human to exaggerate our problems because they demand our attention.
We also live in a world that loves comparison. You’re sitting there trying to make sense of your chaotic life, and then you open Instagram. Someone’s posting beach pics from Goa, another is out partying like their GPA doesn’t exist, and someone else just landed an amazing internship… all while you’re wearing pyjamas, scrolling through reels and pretending your to-do list isn’t silently judging you. Suddenly, it feels personal. Like the universe is throwing confetti for everyone else and handing you a raincloud. However, remember that social media is a highlight reel. You’re not seeing the arguments, the burnout, or the crying-in-the-bathroom moments behind those posts.
Everyone’s fighting something; you’re just not backstage to see it. And that’s where perspective comes in. The next time you’re spiralling, try to zoom out for a second. Ask yourself, “Would this feel as bad if I weren’t taking it so personally?” Probably not. Because most of the time, the world isn’t singling you out — it’s just doing what it does: moving unpredictably, with no particular agenda. It’s not fate picking on you. It’s just…weather. Sometimes sunny, sometimes stormy, always changing.
We’ve all got a tendency to think we’re the main character in a story written by a cruel author. But here’s the twist — everyone else feels that way too. You’re not the only one who missed the train, failed the test, got ghosted, or spilled something important. Someone else is probably experiencing the same thing right now and wondering if they’re cursed. In reality, we’re all part of one big chaotic sitcom where every character thinks the plot revolves around them.
And when you realise that, it becomes easier to laugh, and maybe to shrug and say, “Okay, universe, you win this one.” When you stop fighting the idea that life should always go your way, you start flowing with it instead of against it. You start noticing the absurdity of it all — how the same day that makes you cry can also make you laugh until your stomach hurts. That’s the funny thing about life: it’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes feels unfair. But it’s also weirdly wonderful. The moments that break you often teach you more than the ones that go perfectly. The spilt coffee might lead to a conversation with a stranger. The missed bus might save you from an awkward encounter. The heartbreak might push you closer to who you’re supposed to be.
So the next time you feel like screaming “Why me?”, pause. Take a breath. Maybe it’s not you the world is targeting, maybe it’s just your turn in the chaos cycle. Laugh at the bad luck, cry if you must, but remember that life doesn’t have a personal grudge. It’s not plotting. It’s just doing its thing – beautifully, frustratingly, hilariously imperfect.
So, embrace it. Embrace the messy, ridiculous, unfair, and magical rhythm of being alive.Because the truth is, life isn’t out to get you – it’s just out to grow you. And sometimes, growth looks a lot like spilled coffee and bad Wi-Fi.
So next time life feels like it’s personally coming for you, grab your metaphorical popcorn and watch the chaos unfold — you’re doing just fine, trust me. And hey, if you need a little reminder that you’re not the only one figuring it out, scroll through Her Campus at MUJ for stories that make you laugh, cry, and feel a little more yourself.