Let’s talk about Karma.
Not the Credit Karma Company you see advertised online. No, I’m talking about that nasty bitch most of us all know.
The “what goes around, comes around” Karma. “You reap what you sow” Karma. You better make good decisions or Karma is going to bite you in the ass. If you do good things, good things will happen. That’s the Karma I am talking about.
Now I know Karma isn’t all bad. In the Merriam-Webster dictionary it says Karma is “the force generated by a person’s actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person’s next existence”. Basically you do good things, good things will happen. If you do bad things then bad things will happen.
I can speak from experience along with what I have witnessed that Karma will indeed get you in the end. I can’t really talk much on the good things because I guess I don’t really notice when Karma is rewarding me but I definitely notice when she is punishing me or punishing those around me.
Story Time
My daughter, Brayden, is 14 years old and plays volleyball for her high school JV team. The parents are asked to provide meals for the team before each game. We all sign up for a different day to bring food and drinks.
When my turn finally rolled around to provide the meal I ran to Walmart and grabbed those yummy Uncrustables all the kids love, a variety bag of individual chips, cutie oranges, Capri Suns, water, and Brayden’s absolute favorite; those frosted sugar cookies that are in the bakery section.
Oh man she loves those things. I honestly don’t see what all the hype is about but hey, it’s the little things in life and they bring my girl joy.
So I grabbed a big thing of those for all the girls to share. I sent B a picture showing her I got her favorites for dessert. She was so excited along with a little on the devious side.
This is how the conversation went:
B: Oh yay! I’m going to keep all of them for herself.
Me: (I laughed not thinking she was serious) you can’t do that, those are for the whole team. Besides Karma will bite you in the ass.
B: Yes I can, I am going to hide them in my bag. It will be all the other girls Karma.
Me: I don’t think that’s how it works.
Fast forward to after her game. Brayden came up to me upset and so pissed off. She told me the coach was going through all the coolers I had sent and was getting out all the rest of the food and drinks to hang on to in case they needed them later on in the season. The coach came across the cookies B did in fact hide and try to keep for herself.
The coach handed those cookies off to one of the other girls in the locker room who then started passing them around to everyone else on the team. And guess who didn’t get a single one of those cookies? That’s right, Brayden. The other girls ate them all.
Later that night when we were on our way home I looked over at B and said, “You know that was Karma right? I told you that she would come and bite you in the ass, I just didn’t expect it to happen that fast.” With tears starting to form she gave me the ugliest teenager look she could give. Ouch. Instant Karma. I didn’t say anything else on the car ride home but I bet she shares her favorite cookies with the team next time.
My Karma Story (no happy ending for me either)
One Sunday morning we loaded up in the truck and drove over to Tractor Supply to grab a couple of nesting boxes and chicken food. I wanted two of the plastic nesting boxes to hang outside the coop. When I loaded them in the cart they were sitting one inside the other.
At check out, as the lady was ringing us up she only rang up one of the nesting boxes. She didn’t see that there was another one inside the other. I knowingly let her ring up only the one nesting box. I know, I know! My effing bad! But don’t worry, I get mine. (sigh)
Fast forward to the next morning. I’m on my way down a busy four lane highway taking my son to school. I’m in my Toyota Highlander following behind (not too closely either) a regular sized four door something another car. When out of no where a tire shoots out from underneath the car in front of me. The tire didn’t come from their car, they had ran it over first. It shot out so fast from underneath them I didn’t have time to react to anything other than just run it over also.
It sounded like I ran over a dead body but that was about it. We were fine, the car sounded fine, nothing was flapping, and my Highlander was still cruising along as if nothing happened. I didn’t pull over or call anyone cause I didn’t think I needed to.
At least I not until I got back home and pulled into the garage. I always check to see if I pulled in far enough and there it was. The damage I received from hitting the tire. The pay back for not being honest at Tractor Supply.
So needless to say that bitch Karma got me, or should I say gave me what I deserved. Instead of telling the check out lady I had two $25 nesting boxes; I ended up paying a $500 deductible to get my car fixed. (insert tear)
Oh Karma! I see you and I did in fact learn my lesson. So much so I created a hoodie just for the occasion because that’s my jam, making shirts with snarky comments on them. Also to remind myself that Karma sees everything and that bitch doesn’t let anything slide.
What are some of your Karma stories? The good, the bad, the great or the ugly? I’d love to hear them. Drop a comment below.
Until next time!