I think I must be cursed.
It’s the only explanation as to why I have such a torrid and unfortunate history with headphones, because I’m pretty sure that literally every single set of headphones I have ever owned got broken sooner or later…but mostly sooner.
However, I think I know who cursed me!
It must’ve been Mrs. Hall - my primary school teacher from Year 2 - who turned me from left-handed to right-handed through institutionalised abuse!
She was an absolute witch already, but now I have further proof.
(Stars, hide your fires! These here are my desires - to continually slap her right hand with a ruler and/or my own vengeance-seeking hand as she writes down random things I think of, until she’s left-handed, and then shout avada kedavra! at her and finish the duel that she began! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (Although, that being said, I don’t want to be sent to prison - or even worse, Azkaban - for smoting a she-devil, so I’ll leave it for now, and continue along my headphone-breaking path…))