Where’s my Karma??

I had a roommate in Chicago who whole-heartedly believed in karma.  And the pay it forward idea.    My last month out there she had craked up, just about falling to the ground laughing, telling me that i had to have a whole pile of good coming my soon, given that the last few month of my life had been nothing less than Hell.

I’m still waiting.

That’s actually a lie.  Things have been fairly smooth for me out here in CO.  But, I have kept to myself mostly.  I have my idiot friends and all, but other than that, i haven’t taken on anything.  With my history of good deeds turning into good karma for me though, it’s best, i think, to stay fairly nuetral.

Think about…ok, i’ll explan it.  (and maybe because i’m depressed about my bank account being nearly 0 right now, but I woke up in a very blah mood this Am and so i was thinking about it..) 

Let’s start with1.) I rescue a dog from a shelter, and she is nothing but a terror, always needing a close eye kept on lest she eat a child or someone she decides she doesn’t like.  But i’ll give karma a break on that – i adopted a dog because i wanted one.  So, it was half selfish, half good.  maybe they evened each other out there, but i could of at least gotten a nuetral dog out of it, not the beast that i have..

2.) My evil friend.   The one from alaska.  She calls asking me for advice or to vent and i try my best to help in the only ways i can. an, in return, all she ever does is snap and snarl and hate on me.  I go to alaska with her, thinking she will love the adventure and it’ll give her a chance to break out of her little box. Boy did that ever back fire.  This is one where i think karma owes me a few ppoints.

3.)  I may not be the most responsible person with money.  However, i own my debt.  I didn’t go crazy with my credit cards and my fun and default on my student loans and then declare bankruptcy.  I pay the bills when i can.  And i widdle down my debt when i have extar money to do so.  Yet, shit always happens and my money that i’m trying to save always ends up having to go somewhere else – like a vet bill for a beast who chased a rat and got hit by a vab, let’s say.

Idk. I was just thinking today.  It started yesterday. I went to the bank and wrote out a withdrawal for 840.  The teller handed me 850.   I thanked him and walked away and went over to the other counter to get a money order for rent.  I began  to wonder if the guy knew he gave me 850 instead of 840.  it was only a 10 dollar differance.  Maybe it didn’t matter.  and maybe he had adjusted my withdrwal amoutn to match what he gave me…but a bank teller shouldn’t do something like that.  I’m sure they don’t mess around with peoples money in anyway not asked of them. 

So i went back and asked him if he knew he had given me the 850.  He hadn’t known, said with a smile that it was cool that i was honest about it and that therefore i would have an awesome weekend.  I lauhed and told him ‘Yeah right.’

Then the Starbucks lady today.  I literally had 5 dollars for fun for the next 2 weeks – after rent and bills were paid this month.  So, i said fuck it, i was going to go get myself a frappachino from starbucks.  And i did, the total coming out to 3.37 or something.  I had a single dollar bill left.  I looked at it, thinking it could get me a bag of doritos from the vending maching at work when i was starving next week, but i shrugged and stuffed it into the starbucks girl’s tip jar.  She thanked me and said ‘a blessing for you today.’ Whatever that means. 

So, here i am, two good deeds in this weekend, wonder  how much food i have in my cuppards to be creative with until my next pay day.  Maybe it’s wrong to ask Where’s Mine, but, sometimes, i can’t but wonder.