Challenge 3: Triumph and Disaster

109. Have you ever met with "Triumph and Disaster"? How did you meet those two impostors? Can you tell that you have faced them in a worthy manner?

Everyone has met the universal impostors Triumph and Disaster, and if you haven’t yet, don’t be taken by surprise when you do. Meeting just one of them is not an option; these two work as a pair, with Triumph comes Disaster. I try to keep my distance from the two, even though my brain feels the urge to befriend Triumph, but every now and again I find myself facing the pair. The meeting that is most clear in my memory takes place in my dorm room of my sophomore year, room number 14.

Joking around with friends has always been fun, but if you can’t take a joke don’t joke around with others. It has always been my best-friend’s passion to tease me and threaten me now and again, and she was at it again. We were sitting in my room, playing around on our computers, when I couldn’t tolerate anymore teasing and posted a picture from the movie, Hachi: A Dog’s Tale. I had been teasing her about it, as her name was significant in the title, but that didn’t give me enough satisfaction. The next thing I did was one that I clearly regret, I tagged her as the majestic beast, staring at the ball held in Richard Gere’s hand. The moment I clicked “tag” the door barged open, and in stumbled Triumph. I felt great, my brain was at ease, and I was having the last laugh; or I thought I was. In the next five minutes Triumph had become one of my closest friends, a friend that rescued me in my time of need. But, unfortunately, my best-friend had something evil brewing up in her mind the second Triumph stepped into my room. 10 minutes later I enter her room, and she swiftly turns her laptop screen away from me and laughs hysterically. In horror I run to my computer and go onto her facebook profile. There, on her wall, was a photoshopped picture of me, smiling like a jackass, next to a random, topless, old, Indian man, whom she named Shankar. With my mouth wide open, I look around the room to find no one but Disaster, who had sneaked up behind me and was smirking sheepishly at the picture. This encounter was too sudden, and I had completely forgotten that Disaster would make a visit sooner or later. My consciousness got the best of me and before I knew it I was begging my best-friend to take that picture down with tears welling in my eyes. I looked out the door to see Disaster laughing to her heart’s content. I had lost.

I know I can joke around with certain people and take their jokes too, but when Triumph and Disaster join the game, everything changes.