Then I Go And Spoil It All

We've all been there, right? You're riding high, feeling fantastic.

Everything is clicking. You're basically a superhero. Then...bam!

Suddenly, you're face-planting into a pile of your own making. "Then I go and spoil it all," as the song says. I think it's a love song?

The Perfectly Good Day Gone Wrong

It starts so innocently. Maybe you aced a presentation at work. Perhaps you finally parallel parked without hitting anything.

Perhaps the barista *actually* spelled your name correctly.

Whatever it is, you feel like you deserve a gold star. So what do you do? You celebrate. That's when things get dicey.

My Unpopular Opinion: Self-Sabotage is an Art Form

Okay, maybe not an *art* form. But hear me out.

Sometimes, messing things up is strangely satisfying. Is that just me?

It's like your brain is saying, "Whoa there, buddy. Slow down on the success. You’re getting too cocky!"

Consider this: you’re at a party. You're having a genuinely good time.

You're laughing, you're mingling, you're… almost happy. Almost.

Then, you tell that one story. The one you *know* you shouldn't tell. The one that involves a llama, a unicycle, and a questionable amount of grape juice.

Boom. Spoiled. All your fault. And yet… part of you feels strangely validated.

The Allure of the Mess-Up

Why do we do it? Why do we ruin perfectly good things?

Is it a subconscious fear of success? A deep-seated need for drama?

Or maybe, just maybe, we're all just a little bit clumsy.

Think about ordering a salad when you *really* wanted fries. You’re feeling virtuous, healthy, and responsible.

Then, you see someone walk by with a giant plate of golden, crispy goodness. Game over.

You grab a fry. Then another. Then you’re elbow-deep in salty, potato-y regret. Spoiled!

Perhaps it's a control thing. We can't control everything that happens *to* us. But we can sure control how we mess things up *ourselves*.

"I have learned, in my life, that it is easier to become good than to remain so."

Maybe that's why remaining good, successful, or happy is just impossible. It feels too easy, right?

Embrace the Spoil

So, the next time you find yourself uttering, "Then I go and spoil it all," don't beat yourself up too much.

Maybe you just needed a little chaos in your perfectly ordered world.

Maybe you just needed a fry. Or to tell that llama story. I won't judge.

Because honestly? I probably would have done the same thing. We all would.

We’re only human. Imperfectly perfect, in our own special, spoil-y ways. Just maybe, go easy on the grape juice next time.

And if Taylor Swift ever reads this, thanks for the relatable lyrics.