Among my associates you will frequently hear this "rule":
If, as go about your day, you run into an asshole, then damn. What an asshole.
If you run into a second asshole, well shoot. Guy's an asshole.
If you run into a third asshole, you are the asshole.
This rule is very appropriate when surfing, especially when you're a kook like me. I tend to assume that if I wind up in someone's way, or if they wind up in mine, it is probably my fault. There is occasionally reasonable doubt, but after the second or third time it's occurred, I am pretty sure that the common denominator is me.
Today was one of those days. The waves were nice at Ocean Beach and people were doing nice things on them, but I just kept seeming to get dumped inside and then I would be right in someone's way as I paddled out. The strong current didn't help, as I would move from a safe spot to the impact zone without even realizing it. I can count at least two takeoffs that other people had to abort due to me. After the last one, I kooked out and rode some wash all the way to shore.
I decided I would give it one more shot, and paddle out again. I promptly tripped over a submerged rock and cut the shit out of my foot and had to end the session. I guess God wanted to make sure I didn't have to run into that third asshole.