Tonight, we were talking about karma. The general gist of things is that if you put the goodness out there, it comes back to you, and vice versa.
Now. On the whole, i'm a nice person. Yes, i can be one hell of a bitch, especially when i reach the end of my incredibly long fuse. However, for the most part, i'm a good person. I do favours for people, i volunteer, i put my needs aside when other people need me, i'm nice to kids and old people, i let people walk all over me because it makes them feel good about themselves, i keep my room clean and, until recently, i tried never to burden people by looking like i had huge problems that i couldn't deal with. So, in my books, i could be a much worse person.
Comparatively, there are handfuls of people who surround me who seem to do less of those things. There are the people who walk all over me and seem to think it's ok, the people who refuse to do me favours or to think of other people, the people who put their needs first no matter what, who beg me to trust them and then turn around and slap me in the face (as of yet, that slap hasn't been literal).
Here's the confusing part. These people, the ones who tend to make me feel like crap,
seem to be loving life. Things are going well for them, they've got the things they want, everything is coming up daisies. Obviously, i'm not seeing so many of those daisies. In fact, rather the opposite.
I'm thinking that one of two things is happening here. Either, karma rewards poor behaviour and people just have been really wrong in thinking that the good vibes are returned to you, or else karma is storing up all my good vibes and when i turn ninety i'm going to get bucketloads of goodness backpay.
Now i just have to decide which is the better course of action; i can either start acting like a bitch full time and hope that things get better, or i can contact the bureau of good karma and see if they can start sending me my good vibes in installments now, rather than wait until the bulk payout later in life.
Now. On the whole, i'm a nice person. Yes, i can be one hell of a bitch, especially when i reach the end of my incredibly long fuse. However, for the most part, i'm a good person. I do favours for people, i volunteer, i put my needs aside when other people need me, i'm nice to kids and old people, i let people walk all over me because it makes them feel good about themselves, i keep my room clean and, until recently, i tried never to burden people by looking like i had huge problems that i couldn't deal with. So, in my books, i could be a much worse person.
Comparatively, there are handfuls of people who surround me who seem to do less of those things. There are the people who walk all over me and seem to think it's ok, the people who refuse to do me favours or to think of other people, the people who put their needs first no matter what, who beg me to trust them and then turn around and slap me in the face (as of yet, that slap hasn't been literal).
Here's the confusing part. These people, the ones who tend to make me feel like crap,
seem to be loving life. Things are going well for them, they've got the things they want, everything is coming up daisies. Obviously, i'm not seeing so many of those daisies. In fact, rather the opposite.
I'm thinking that one of two things is happening here. Either, karma rewards poor behaviour and people just have been really wrong in thinking that the good vibes are returned to you, or else karma is storing up all my good vibes and when i turn ninety i'm going to get bucketloads of goodness backpay.
Now i just have to decide which is the better course of action; i can either start acting like a bitch full time and hope that things get better, or i can contact the bureau of good karma and see if they can start sending me my good vibes in installments now, rather than wait until the bulk payout later in life.
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