Murphys Law :: essays research papers

It is a quiet, Saturday afternoon, and the overcast humidity of the air gives me an obscene sense of nonchalance. Time in hand, I peruse a ‘Survival Handbook’, a sort of â€Å"Pessimist’s Guide to the World†. It was given to me as a Christmas present, and its perverse implication of Murphy’s Law amuses me. I would assume that its pleasant uselessness would appeal to all who share my insatiable appetite for superfluous information. A smile creeps onto my face as I remember the one objective truth about this world: â€Å"Anything that can go wrong, will†. I stop to ponder a hypothetical scenario in which I might need to know â€Å"How to win a sword fight† or â€Å"How to leap from a burning car†. Further indulging my pessimism, I begin to fantasise†¦ I am siting comfortably in the first class compartment of a train from Paris to Munich, quietly minding my own business, sipping coffee from a china mug and reading my Pessimists Handbook, when the door at the end of the carriage opens. In walks a decrepit looking old man dressed in tattered rags, giving him the appearance of Fagan from Oliver Twist. Unlike Fagan on the other hand, he sports a gleaming new assault rifle and is draped in chains of ammunition. This, I realise, gives him more of a â€Å"Rambo meets Hunchback of Notre Dame† appearance. After a little deliberation, I notice that this is somewhat out of place in my train carriage, which to my perplexed bemusement, is becoming littered with bullet holes. Caring not at this time to ponder the philosophical implications of this seemingly random outburst of post-teenage angst, I am more worried about the looming possibility of ending unfashionably dead. Remembering my survival handbook, I â€Å"run fast but do not move in a straight line† and â€Å"weave back and forth†. Coming to the opposite end of the carriage, I slide open the door, and â€Å"turn a corner as quickly as I can† which leaves me but one option; to climb the ladder leading onto the top of the carriage. Having previously read the chapter entitled â€Å"How to Maneuver on Top of a Moving Train†, I am fortunately informed that I should â€Å"not attempt to stand up straight†¦ stay bent slightly forward, leaning into the wind†. As I â€Å"move my body with the rhythm of the train – from side to side and forward†, I remember my feet should be â€Å"spread about 30 inches apart†, and that I should â€Å"wobble from side to side† as I move forward.