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For karma to work properly, I bet you have to be pretty pure about it.
You can't put out good vibes, then regret it, than regret regretting it and get it all muddy with your weird neurosis.
Case in point:
My lunch hour.
I was depositing a check which I was already unreasonably grumpy about. Who does checks anymore anyway. Here I was, driving miles out of the way to go to my bank, a bank that is notoriously slow, and just taking up far too much time and effort.
So I pulled my grumpy self into the parking lot, when I saw another car pull in at precisely the same time on the other side.
I, of course, hit the gas.
And they did too.
Suddenly, it's a race to the death.
They squealed into a parking spot, as did I.
We both jumped out of the car and started walking/running, nonchalantly, to the door.
I mean, it would have silly to break out into a run.
No. I have my dignity.
I'll just run-walk, stumbling in my 3 inch heels, with my sunglasses falling off my head and pretend I don't even notice that irritating blond soccer mom trying to beat me to the door.
As the door got closer, I came to the happy conclusion that I was beating her.
Ha!! I won, neener, neener!!
Then everything changed.
I suddenly felt stupid. Retarded even.
What was this silly game anyway.
I grabbed the door handle....
And opened it for her.
She hesitated, looked genuinely surprised and said a sincere thank you.
I smiled.She smiled.
It was a feel good moment.
Now inside the bank, we both walked, considerably slower, to the line.
And there was no line.
You see? All those theatrics for nothing.
I stood behind her feeling all moral and good in my universe.
Savoring the good karma.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
The only teller immediately called soccer mom to the counter. I was still smiling, feeling cool.
Until I realized she didn't have anything she needed. Nothing. Not the proper ID, didn't sign anything she was supposed to, wasn't even clear about what she wanted at all, actually.
My good karma slowly dissolved into a slow burn. I tried staring, hard, at the back of her head in an attempt to punish her or, at the very least, retract my karma from her.
It didn't seem to have any effect. She just stumbled about, wasting my lunch hour.
BUT she eventually sorted out her mess. And I deposited my check.
So all is well.
My karma should be cool.
I'm pretty, pretty sure on that.
You can't put out good vibes, then regret it, than regret regretting it and get it all muddy with your weird neurosis.
Case in point:
My lunch hour.
I was depositing a check which I was already unreasonably grumpy about. Who does checks anymore anyway. Here I was, driving miles out of the way to go to my bank, a bank that is notoriously slow, and just taking up far too much time and effort.
So I pulled my grumpy self into the parking lot, when I saw another car pull in at precisely the same time on the other side.
I, of course, hit the gas.
And they did too.
Suddenly, it's a race to the death.
They squealed into a parking spot, as did I.
We both jumped out of the car and started walking/running, nonchalantly, to the door.
I mean, it would have silly to break out into a run.
No. I have my dignity.
I'll just run-walk, stumbling in my 3 inch heels, with my sunglasses falling off my head and pretend I don't even notice that irritating blond soccer mom trying to beat me to the door.
As the door got closer, I came to the happy conclusion that I was beating her.
Ha!! I won, neener, neener!!
Then everything changed.
I suddenly felt stupid. Retarded even.
What was this silly game anyway.
I grabbed the door handle....
And opened it for her.
She hesitated, looked genuinely surprised and said a sincere thank you.
I smiled.She smiled.
It was a feel good moment.
Now inside the bank, we both walked, considerably slower, to the line.
And there was no line.
You see? All those theatrics for nothing.
I stood behind her feeling all moral and good in my universe.
Savoring the good karma.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
The only teller immediately called soccer mom to the counter. I was still smiling, feeling cool.
Until I realized she didn't have anything she needed. Nothing. Not the proper ID, didn't sign anything she was supposed to, wasn't even clear about what she wanted at all, actually.
My good karma slowly dissolved into a slow burn. I tried staring, hard, at the back of her head in an attempt to punish her or, at the very least, retract my karma from her.
It didn't seem to have any effect. She just stumbled about, wasting my lunch hour.
BUT she eventually sorted out her mess. And I deposited my check.
So all is well.
My karma should be cool.
I'm pretty, pretty sure on that.