I was once told, and almost persuaded - or somewhat persuaded might be more accurate - that someone had put the evil eye on me.

No, really.

It was well pre-Google, and I did not come from any tradition that gave credence to the notion of an evil eye - or at least not by that description, although a good Christian upbringing, which is what I had, also had some of the elements needed - so my knowledge was limited and my background weak to non-existent.

That said, and with the passage of several decades - but until now, or possibly this morning, no Googling - I've slowly but surely become convinced that, indeed, there may be something to the idea.

Do I want to know more, to pursue, if you will, my unhappiness - a corollary right to my unalienable right to pursue happiness, I suppose - and to research the evil eye idea?

May it not prove to be a self-fulfilling thing?

Not sure and, worse still, I'm not sure I want to know, or can risk the process . . .

Of trying to find out.

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