See, look...
I sneezed. [1]
Proof
positive that it isn't going to happen.
A personal superstition of mine. [2]
I have a
fantasy about something. Or I play out a dialogue in my head. Along comes a
tickle in my sinuses.
Sometimes I
hold it off. Try to think of something different. Try to shift my focus so that
the “ACHOO!” [3] that erupts—does so while I’m dedicated to a
different train of thought.
If I sneeze, whatever I’m fixated on is going to slip through my fingers. (I
rarely succeed in holding it in.) [4]
So that
thought I just had?
Hope, it’s
never going to happen.
Let it go
already.
[1]
Listen... Do you smell something?
[2]
Really, since high school.. I've had this mental tic in two millenia, now..
[3]
All caps, because, dainty—my sneezes are not.
[4]
Curbing myself and impulse control aren't my strong suits, in any case…