If we take even half of a second to think we can all come up with a person that we are waiting for karma to come bite squarely on the ass… or face… or any body part would do really… but specifically one part… You know what I mean.
I wouldn’t necessarily say that these humans are people that we hate… but the vast majority of the time they are people that we feel have wronged us in some way.
So, when we are sitting around bitching to our friends about all of the terrible things that they have done- all of the promises that they have broken, all of the times we defended them, all of the experiences we wish we could take back, all of the shitty shitty shitty things that they have put us through- we usually find ourselves wrapping up with something like – karma’s a bitch.
Then we park our asses right on the sofa and watch and wait for karma to come drop a school bus on top of that persons head.
And we wait… and wait… and wait.
Sometimes we get exactly what we are waiting for. We get to watch through our very own eyeballs as the world burns to rubble around them. Other times, we are playing a waiting game with no end. One that no matter the outcome, we will never be satisfied with.
Recently someone quoted me one of my idols, Jenna Marbles (duh), “karma is real, but it’s not always your job to make sure that it gets served.”
Honestly, I’m not sure that truer words have ever been spoken. Sitting our asses on the sofa of life and waiting for whatever version of justice we are in the mood for to be served isn’t going to get us anywhere – but more importantly, that just isn’t our job to do. At least I am realizing that it certainly isn’t mine.
One of the weirdest things about growing up is realizing that we have absolutely no control over other people. As my mother loves to tell me, “the only person you can control is yourself.” She’s right. This also applies to whoever it is that you are waiting for karma to get to. It even applies to Karma itself.
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in a cycle when it comes to things like this. Something happens (the wrongdoing etc.), we are hurt, we go through the sad stage and then bam we are at anger. That’s where karma comes into play. We talk it out until its dead. Until there is literally not a single new thing to be said about it. Then we sit around and fantasize about what could possibly happen that would make us feel better (karma dropping the school bus). Pretty soon we are obsessing over what is going to happen, when it’s going to happen and if we are going to know that it has even happened.
Who does that help? No one. It doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you and it has absolutely no effect on the person you are expending all of this emotional effort on.
Karma may indeed be a bitch, but she isn’t your bitch and your name isn’t Karma (unless it is, in which case call me I need you).