On Karma...

I'm not one to spend a lot of time dwelling on the issue of Karma.

Mostly because I already know that 99% of the stuff coming my way will be totally and completely deserved, so it almost seems pointless to fight it. I embrace adversity! Sometimes.

If the worst that ever happens to me is being blocked on Facebook or having nasty comments made about me...I'll take it. Mostly because those people don't matter.

But there seems to be this universal belief (specifically by scorned women, who are a particularly angry bunch) that Karma will get those who have hurt them, while being completely unaware of the fact that they probably had quite a bit to do with whatever may or may not have happened to them.

Women and their crazy imaginations. Jeez.

I don't like to spend time thinking about it, because I feel like God will sort it all out in the end and doesn't need my (or anyone else's) advice. Not that the Big Man shouldn't take it, because frankly, I'm brilliant. If Karma is gonna "get" someone, then it'll happen. You don't wish it on others, you don't make it happen, you just hope that they'll see the error of their ways and move on. And you don't gloat if you just happen to be around when it happens.

But there are some things you just don't touch. Call me superstitious. Paranoid. Whatever. You don't talk about people's marriages, you don't talk about people's children and you don't talk about the dead. Talk about fat girls wearing Uggs. Joke about bad Asian drivers (sweet Zeus, I was behind one last night). Be snarky about the President, because I know I most certainly am. But, gloating when people are going through divorce or illness or just generally bad luck? Not cool. 

Because that will come back to haunt you. Big time.