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Today, I give you a public service announcement concerning good fortune, bad fortune, and a little beast called Karma.
(Actually, I just want to tell this story in a place where no one involved can read it).
My best friend, let’s call her Anne, has the best luck in the world.
Now, a part of me has resented her for this in the past. When I was feeling particularly lonely, I would see her with her boyfriend and think that it wasn’t fair. When I was hating my school, she would tell me about hers and I would think that I was stupid for deciding to go to the normal kid school. When I would pull on a pair of jeans and they would fit very well, I’d look at her skinny ass and think I hate you.
Over the years, I got over this. I became a bigger person (and not just concerning the aforementioned jeans). I realized that life isn’t about what we don’t have - it’s about what we do have and being happy for what other people have, blah blah blah and all that “It’s a Wonderful Life” stuff.
Despite my acceptance of everything that’s unjust with the world, Anne and I have always joked about her luck and mine, like the fact that my friends generally like to screw me over, and hers pretty much worship her (sometimes). Like the fact that she has a boyfriend, and I, who have perfect hair, has not even gotten so much as a glance from anyone under 30 for more than a year. I attract only creepy older guys. This is a proven fact. We ran tests.
The idea was that when her good fortune fizzled, maybe the higher powers in the world would pass them along to me.
All of this having been said, Anne and her darling boyfriend Evan have been having some problems lately. Like a million little ones that add up into this massive ball of anxiety, anger and anguish. And for the first time, I’ve had to be there for her. I was the one getting the “I hate the world messages”, which is strange considering I’m usually the one sending them. I’m the emo kid. I have accepted this.
I tried to be supportive, despite my lack of experience in the area in question, because she actually needed me to be. Part of the luck thing was that she never seemed to need support, because it was so rare that something outstandingly upsetting happened to her. The truth? I kind of relished the opportunity to be on the other side of this conversation for once. It was like crossing into a whole other world.
They broke up. I actually got upset about it for her. There were tears and “It’s okay, I still love you”s.
Within an hour I had received an apology from a friend who kind of did me wrong, confirmation that someone who I thought I was friends with (kinda) really doesn’t hate me and doesn’t think that I ruined her life/relationship (which I didn’t, but that’s the word on the street), and this guy I know started showing semi-interest in me, which I can promise you does not happen.
Ten minutes after these other events had taken place, Anne and Evan worked out their differences. I knew that they would, but I hadn’t expected it to be so speedy.
So really, I needed them to break up for ten minutes.
COULDN’T WE HAVE DONE THIS TWO YEARS AGO?!
The moral of this story?
Luck is fleeting, good fortune can be masked, and Karma is like a cheerleader - it changes its mind about whether or not it likes you depending on who you’re friends with that day.