Karma?
So I've lost alot of things lately. About a month ago, I lost my purse downtown, complete with wallet, keys, credit cards, cash, etc. It took a 24 hour magical mystery tour and somehow ended up at a house off Milledge. The people there were nice enough to call me about the purse, but were absolutely clueless as to how it got there. Strange. I chalk that one up to a positive in the karma column.
About two weeks later, my oh so consciencious self left my new columbia jacket which i splurged on at JR's Baitshack after the Xi Delta Crush Party. After 3 days, mutliple calls to the bar and no word, I chalked that one up to karma neutral status - I found my purse, so therefore my coat was an even exchange for my alternating forces of luck and stupidity. However, I recieved a call from a very nice bartender who had hung onto it in hopes someone would claim it. And I did.
I figured I owed the greater good something, considering my good fortune as of late, so I went and gave blood last week. I am O negative, so if you are ever in need, I am your friend ;)
After giving blood, I also accidentally donated my cherished Borders travel mug which gave me 15 percent off every purchase of my coffee vice. (Do you see a pattern here - I am really really forgetful!) I took it in stride and was still feeling pretty good about things.
However, I was about to lose something much different. Objects are one thing - you lose it and you know it. You can tangibly get them back, or know you have lost them forever. I recently lost something which was a long time in the making - both the getting and the losing. I lost it while it was right in front of me. It disappeared before my eyes. Accidents are just that - chances beyond control. Mistakes are causational faults, omissions of care.
I am no angel. I am guilty of mistakes. With objects, a mistake leads up to a plausible loss. I am certainly guilty of lack of care with objects. People are different. We revolve, evolve, remember, repress, and create lives with one another. You can't live in a vacuum. You can't be perfect. But there is some black and white. I saw it staring me in the face, through the dim lights Friday night. Karma didn't matter. We'd been through so much, it's impossible to even try to keep track. But it doesn't stop me from feeling wrong, and feeling wronged.
What does it mean to lose someone? Can they ever truly be lost? How do you find them? Should you want to? Can you call and locate them like the jacket? Be surprised by a random turn up like the purse? I guess we will see. So cliche, but like the purse and jacket, will it be meant to be? Or more importantly, will I care to see?
About two weeks later, my oh so consciencious self left my new columbia jacket which i splurged on at JR's Baitshack after the Xi Delta Crush Party. After 3 days, mutliple calls to the bar and no word, I chalked that one up to karma neutral status - I found my purse, so therefore my coat was an even exchange for my alternating forces of luck and stupidity. However, I recieved a call from a very nice bartender who had hung onto it in hopes someone would claim it. And I did.
I figured I owed the greater good something, considering my good fortune as of late, so I went and gave blood last week. I am O negative, so if you are ever in need, I am your friend ;)
After giving blood, I also accidentally donated my cherished Borders travel mug which gave me 15 percent off every purchase of my coffee vice. (Do you see a pattern here - I am really really forgetful!) I took it in stride and was still feeling pretty good about things.
However, I was about to lose something much different. Objects are one thing - you lose it and you know it. You can tangibly get them back, or know you have lost them forever. I recently lost something which was a long time in the making - both the getting and the losing. I lost it while it was right in front of me. It disappeared before my eyes. Accidents are just that - chances beyond control. Mistakes are causational faults, omissions of care.
I am no angel. I am guilty of mistakes. With objects, a mistake leads up to a plausible loss. I am certainly guilty of lack of care with objects. People are different. We revolve, evolve, remember, repress, and create lives with one another. You can't live in a vacuum. You can't be perfect. But there is some black and white. I saw it staring me in the face, through the dim lights Friday night. Karma didn't matter. We'd been through so much, it's impossible to even try to keep track. But it doesn't stop me from feeling wrong, and feeling wronged.
What does it mean to lose someone? Can they ever truly be lost? How do you find them? Should you want to? Can you call and locate them like the jacket? Be surprised by a random turn up like the purse? I guess we will see. So cliche, but like the purse and jacket, will it be meant to be? Or more importantly, will I care to see?