Teabagging

Is it an example of the microcosm/macrocosm thing when my teabags come out of the cup all tangled and wierd? Swinging crazily, careening wildly they go slapping into other appliances and refuse to go properly into the trash can.
One ends up under the fridge leaving it’s little skidmark on the excessively warm floor. Which in turn dries it up pretty quickly.

Is it lucky or unlucky karma which causes my life to be this way? Rabbits are meant to be lucky. It’s generally considered lucky to not be dead.