Karma Is A Bitch.

And yesterday was the living epitome of that statement.

 

There’s an Arabic saying whose context I can’t remember word for word that went something like ‘If you do good in this world, you can be sure life will ladle shit onto your plate in ample repay.’ It was mother’s day, and my friend Leena made 48 cupcakes that Nour, Leena and I went around campus distributing on the forgotten cleaning ladies that life rode hard and put away wet. We got some gorgeous wishes from most, wishes that originally belonged to Leena but I guess she didn’t mind sharing her good karma with a couple of friends. We felt good, like the world was okay again kind of good. I usually have trouble believing that people are inherently good, and the proof I was getting was a little too much to take in all at once, but I’d set aside my surprise for the errands at hand.

 

 

5 cupcakes remained and we decided to sit down and share them after spending 90 minutes going up and down loopy flights of stairs. Nour was basing her mass media English essay on the employment fair, using my sad experience of the usher shooing freshman-me with ‘Your CV is worthless, there’s nothing in there for you; it’s for seniors. Besides, we have a limited number of booklets anyway.’ She was surprised to hear that he laughed at my 4-year work experience and quipped that it was probably my height that triggered it, and that’s when it happened. We were spit on, twice, from a happy-go-lucky mofo that was lounging in the top floor of that building. The second one was after Leena had tried to retort to the injustice, and we tried to follow the guy and give him a piece of our mind but by the time we got to the top floor, he’d made an escape for it.

 

There are many ways to look at this, but let me shed light on a less common way to look at it that happened to make all the sense in the world to me:

 

Karma is a bitch.

 

You’d think random acts of kindness would get you a nice supply of good karma and all the positive vibes you sent out into the world would ricochet back to you when you most need it, but that’s not how it works. How it works is this: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. You send out positive vibes, you shall receive negative vibes, and vice versa. That’s why assholes are mostly successful, or successful people are assholes. It’s not a coincidence.

 

What happened was that karma pissed on our parade, quite literally, and ruined a perfectly good day with our begrudging indignation at the society and what it has come to.

 

Earl lied.