There seems to be a delicate balance that rules the world. Maybe it’s karma…maybe it’s just a subconscious need to have order and balance, so we see things that way. Whether you believe that you “reap what you sow” or that you’ll come back as a marmoset in your next life to pay for your deeds, we’re always searching for that balance.
A few nights ago, I was over at Eric’s and made a snarky comment about [a person]. Seconds later, I took a sip of wine and sucked it right into my lungs, causing me to cough so hard that I almost knocked over the wine glass in all that commotion. Okay, maybe it was more like Arbor Mist and ice from an Albert Einstein mug. Regardless, for the past few days now, whenever I’ve started to say something mean, I’ve also started to cough uncontrollably.
There’s also that phenomenon where whenever you, you know, make a point in traffic you will undoubtedly stall out at the next light. I’m not sure what happens to people who drive an automatic…maybe those are the people who get stuck in intersections after the light has changed and traffic has to awkwardly go around them.
I’m leaning more toward the idea that we invent this balance in our lives because we all know that person who is mean and sells others out, yet continues to get ahead and have good things happen. Our moms tell us that those kinds of people will “get theirs” some day, but I’m not so sure about that. I think I’ve been gettin’ mine since day one…mostly from the kind of person who never gets hers.
