Karma Schmarma

So I don't know if I ever believed in karma before some recent events, but the way my life has unfolded during 2011 makes me wonder if the way we treat other people truly reflects on how people treat us. I'm not really talking about myself in this instance. Granted, there have been times when I have been a less than stellar friend, daughter, student, etc., but in general I think I'm a pretty good person, and would do just about anything to help out someone in need. I'm such a sucker for school kids selling things, and even though I'm broke, I always try and throw a few dollars in the collection plate on Sunday. I'm really working on myself to be someone that everyone wants to be friends with.

Some people, I have learned, could care less about anyone else on this planet, as long as they are receiving self-gratification. I'm not going to use any real names in this story, but my close friends will probably know who all the "main characters" are.

In the springtime, I met this guy at a bar. He seemed pretty nice, it was kind of whatever. I was fresh out of a relationship, and not really looking to settle down with anyone at this time. For this story, we'll just refer to him as X. I hung out with X every now and then for a couple months. Nothing serious, usually just meeting up at a bar or restaurant for a drink. Over those few month's I began to meet some friends of X. His best friend and partner in crime being Y. X & Y went everywhere and always partied together.

There were times when X would not invite me out to do things because "Y didn't particularly like having me around because I ruined their chances to pick up other girls" Whatever, I wasn't in a relationship with X, and I wasn't sitting around waiting for anything to happen. I was going out with my friends, doing my own thing, and having a great time.

One night I was out with X and he had 2 new friends. Z & W. He told me that Z & W were new to town, and Z just happened to be Y's brother. They were fun for sure, and I introduced them to the rest of my friends.

I had heard rumors that X was a shady gator, but since I didn't really have any feelings invested I didn't really care what he did on his own time. He, however, found out that I was not sitting at home twiddling my thumbs the whole time he was out doing other things, and that made him mad enough to never want to talk to me.

During the time I wasn't really talking to X or Y, I continued to have fun and do my own thing. Over the summer Y began to date a girl named G. G was friends with a girl who happened to be "in a relationship" with X. No one except a very select few (not me) knew that X had a girlfriend. Y confronted G's friend about X's activity and she did not believe he would do the things he did. Y decided he could no longer be friends with someone that would treat their girlfriend so poorly.

Finally, with X out of the picture, I began to hang out with Y and G a lot more. Z was around a lot too. The only person that would really hang out with X was W. W and X only lasted as friends for a few weeks, because X did some unfriendly things to him too.

So hear I am, almost a year after the fact, and I am so happy to be such good friends with Y & G (who are a super cute couple) and Z. W is still around, but kind of doing his own thing. I just think its the pure definition that if you treat people badly, it will come back and haunt you.

This is just a very very quick story of the last year, but I've never seen more clearly how true karma is. We've talked so much about writing a book about this last year, because so many things have happened, so I guess this is the first step. Just getting the words out so I don't forget.