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April 19, 2003
Karma Curse
I will never be a snob. I know this because of my Karmic Curse. It doesn't matter how successful I become or how good I may look squeezed into whatever "fashion event" I manage to pour myself into, I will never get too big for my britches because God won't let me. I am the girl who wins the Oscar in the perfect dress and trips on the stairs or has a piece of toilet paper stuck in her shoe.
This is a somewhat comforting thought. I don't ever want to depend on money or affluence. I don't ever want to think these things are important. Sure I'd like to have them; but I never want to need them. So it's mostly a good thing, this "down to earth" karma. Occasionally, it's a real pain in my ass. Okay, everytime this karma is in action it's a pain in the ass but I comfort myself by thinking, "Whew! That was a close one. I was almost burgeois.
Case and point. Rhett and I are riding our bicycles in New York. Once around Central Park and we are on the way back to the bike path next to the Hudson River. On the way to the bike path, we cycle along the upper west side and Amsterdam avenue. It is on this idyllic ride one of the few sunny days yet this Spring that I realize I will never really have the storybook New York life. I'm enjoying the ride and watching all of the beautiful apartment buildings as I pass. I'm thinking how much I would enjoy living in this area; it's one of the streets that still feel like a neighborhood. I decide that I could actually live there and still be a real person specifically because of this karma rule. I was feeling pretty good about myself. Pretty confident with the way my life seemed to be working. I begin to think of something else and before I know it Rhett and I are back on the bike path. We decide we are going to continue our ride to Chelsea but first we'll stop and sit on the stone ledge next to the path. We sit. We chat. I smell something funny, but can't figure out what it is. We chat some more, enjoy the weather. We get up for the next leg of our journey and Rhett and I discover that I have sat in something noxious, something foul. Somebody's "recycled" SpaghettiOs. It was disgusting. Bleh!!! That was the end of that ride, a really cool sweatshirt given to me by my brother I had tied around my waste and a perfect example of my Karma Curse in action. Yep. A pain in my ass.
I have noticed that I have a friend who is similarly afflicted. His karma has to do with criticism. He seems cursed to be a victim of his own criticisms...karmically speaking. He at one point made somewhat of a stink about my problem with promptness. It's true. I am habitually 10-20 minutes late but that is another story. Not three weeks later he found himself in the position of being an hour and a half late for a gathering that couldn't start without him. Hello Pot? This is Kettle. In a more recent example, said friend was very frustrated about an item that he was waiting for. He had no control over the acquiring of the item and it was taking some time which was understandably frustrating to him. After doing his best to help the item materialize to no avail and many mutterings about wishing he had just done it himself he finally got the item in question in his hot little hands...and lost it the very same night. Again, his Karmic Curse working over time. I wonder if he realizes it's this Karmic Curse keeping him in check. It sucks to be right and make a stink about it because when you are even a little bit wrong, the circumstance makes it seem really wrong. It sucks to dream about the fairy book life, see other people who were meant for it, have a taste of it, and then sit in somebody elses purgation.
I wonder if everybody has their very own Karmic Curse. Do you have one? What is it? Come on, make me feel better......
Posted by mermu at April 19, 2003 10:40 PM
Comments
I think this curse is a good thing. I am not particularly fond of the way it has reared it's ugly head in this instance, but good came of it. You should wash the sweatshirt many times over before you wear it again. Also, a good idea will be to examine that spot, before you sit upon it in the future.
Posted by: mom (Rita) at April 20, 2003 09:12 AM
Um, she sat into the Spaghetti-Os, she didn't taste them - at least I hope she didn't.
Anyway, from now on you shall be known as "Barf Butt" to me (and Jfer and your Mom :-)
Posted by: stepan at April 20, 2003 08:50 AM
That's pretty nasty about the Spaghetti-Os--they're not that nice the first time around, and I can't imagine how the second would be. Ugh. You've definitely got my sympathy there.
Try as I might, I can't think of a Karmic Curse for me. My life is pretty good--my husband is wonderful, my 3-yr-old is a joy to be around (most of the time!), and I have a wonderful family, and I am proud to claim you as part of it. Maybe the love and goodwill from your family could help offset your Curse . . .
Posted by: Elizabeth at April 20, 2003 02:57 AM
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