The Revenge Of Karma

Accompanying recent karma themes is this recent story from today.

I’m not doubting that there are some outright shitty things I have done in my life, and today that all the recent sins have piled up into one big mess.

To be fair, it’s only one big mess, but that one incident has definitely given my checking account a swift roundhouse in its proverbial nads.

Some jackass got a little too close to my car while it was parked on a nearby street at work and broke off my driver side rear view mirror.  No note was left, which means this was a hit and run.

I took a very late lunch today which brought me out to where I usually get my car tuned up, but this time I needed repairs.  Since the car is the last of its line and came out the final year of production, 2006, the part my poor car required needed to be ordered.  I have to return to the shop once it arrives, but I paid for the order to get there.

“Uh,” I say to the service rep, “What should I do about the mirror in the meantime?”

He shrugs and pragmatically says, “You gotta use tape.”

He was kind enough to tape the mirror up for me while I ordered the part at the cashier, but I can’t help but feel that I drove out to the other side of town for a $200 strip of packaging tape.

Now, one has to consider a deeper understanding of the karma principal in order to deduce what exactly caused the world to shit on me.  That is, it’s not the sins I’ve committed having an indirect yet proportional influence on my misfortune.  Rather, it’s an unfortunate event in my present that is shaping my past.  Say what? Yes, cause-and-effect work both ways temporally.  If you’d like to discuss that idea further, I recommend consulting Doniree.

My point is, shitty present circumstance is not making me shrug it off and say “well, I deserved this.”  I’m supposed to look at where I screwed up, learn from the experience, and to NOT SCREW UP in the future. Will that prevent future misfortune?  Probably not.  But it will probably nudge me out of being an lazy omissive ass so that I have less shitty things to consider when I look back on recent past.

Philosophy aside, this does make me temporarily broke.  So, in lieu of going out and adventuring in the behemoth that is Los Angeles, I have tended lately to stay in and focus on writing music, because that’s free and easy and I already know I will enjoy myself.

Maybe I should consider the role of the starving artist.  Only, I can still afford groceries and I know how to cook, so that would probably make me a mildly peckish artist, at most.