On my way to work today, I caught the aftermath of a lady eating TOTAL SHIT at the Metra station. Like she straight up broke something: paramedics had to come get here. The first thing that came to my mind was "Lady get out of the way you're blocking the stairs."* The second thing was "Am I glad or sad that I missed the action?"** The third (and most important to this post) was "What did this poor lady do to deserve this?"
I believe in Karma; delicious, soul wrenching Karma. A guy who works with me also saw the lady post-excrement tasting, and he said that she sounded more embarrassed than in pain. So it comes to my mind that perhaps Karma came down on this woman with it's sweet, gooey justice and planted her ass firmly at the bottom of the steps out of revenge due to some act of extreme vanity. I mean seriously, if you're immobilized on the way to work due to taking a surprise barrel roll down a flight of stairs with a possible severe injury, the last thing you need to worry about is how stupid you look (Spoiler alert: you look hilariously stupid). That kind of thinking is universally deserving of unwanted face plants.
|Damn! I just bought these pants!|
Wouldn't it be cool though, if Karma was a currency? What if it was the greatest currency? Imagine how amazing the world would be if people were directly and exponentially rewarded for doing the right thing. Instead of being giant, imperialistic dicks and raping other countries and cultures with said dicks, we loved them tenderly, and got double oil. DOUBLE OIL. Instead of forcing foreign, impoverished kids to make toys for our kids for cheap so that we can donate those toys back to the same impoverished kids, we gave them our PS4s, and got a PS4 AND an early release of the FF7 Remake with Tifa boob Physics.
|Complete with real-time spinal repair surgery!!|
*I never said I wasn't a terrible person
**See Footnote 1