Why does it always rain on me?

It's just one of these days I'd like to think. I've been thinking since the first hour in the morning how to name this post: Why do fools fall in love?, Men in my life, Why everything goes wrong? but everything sounds pathetic and idiotic.
I woke up today willing to read some more of that book I begun reading last night. So I put it in my bag, and unlike other mornings instead putting my headphones and listening to my ipod I've put my eyeglasses. Such a dork intellectual wanna be look I have today. And I was gone. Happy as I was I just sat down at the subway and opened my book to read. The sound of doors closing scared me and I raised my eyes to see what happened. It was then that I saw him on his chair next to his girlfriend. I don't know what to say now? I'm not shocked that he has a girlfriend, I've probably assumed that already. The thing is I don't know what to feel in the first place: the fact that I'm happy to see that he's not an idiotic heartless conceited person and he does has a soul that vibrates for someone or the fact the she resembles me. Is the second time that happens to me and I don't understand why all the men I like or I used to like date a woman that resembles me. And is not my imagination. But someone advised me recently to be just the way I am, no reservations. So I'm going to write things just the way they happened.
I've continued reading my book which was far more interesting but still in shock after observing that tiny detail that still bothers me. But, as someone said, that means it's his problem, not mine.
Anyway, I got at the office where everything was on the fast forward. After a long morning I had the inspiration (or not) to smoke a cigarette along with few coworkers. But that damn lighter refused to work because the wind was blowing. I was used for someone to offer to do that for me but no, chivalry is gone. As everything was going "fine", the maintenance lady come over and couldn't shut up: "Oh! you're smoking?!?" (I don't use to smoke at the office). More nervous than before, I got back into my office and opened a drawer when an awful smell got to my nose. "What died in here?" I wondered and I begun to pull everything out of it. After a determined investigation and a general disorder I've found the "guilty" object. A paper bag that carried inside my pretzel, the one that I've had bought only an hour prior. Why the smell then? Because the pretzel was hot and the bag was from recycled paper. OOH! With all my drawers pulled of and papers all around that's the way one of my colleagues found me. So I had to live everything that way to go and deliver a material. When I got back I've put everything in order and talked to a friend that was really worried that I wasn't giving any sign of life. Now, I don't know why, maybe because I'm getting tired, I feel so very calm and a little bit sleepy. I need a coffee. Is just one of those days!