I know you say not to wait for the karma bus and I understand why you say that. But…..for a sister Chump who is having a real setback, could I ask you and CN to share some karma stories? I’m phoning a friend.
Trying to be,
As good chumpy people we’re not supposed to speak of karma because — as someone inevitably points out — was it our karma to be cheated on?
That said, we’re human and having been fucked over, it’s normal to long for justice. I just advise here to not put your life on hold waiting for it. Go build a new life.
No! I want a comeuppance story, Tracy! STAT!
Okay. Once Upon a Time a four-story tall tree fell on my ex’s house and crushed his BMW.
I refer to this tree as “The Tree of Karma.” I still lived in the same town with him back then. I was driving down the street (the former house was on a main thoroughfare) and saw the storm damage. A humungous tree down, hole in the roof, car damage. Probably an insurance nightmare.
I think that trees are wise and take the longview. This tree was plotting its demise. Maybe it missed me. (As long as I’m anthropomorphizing trees.) I did all the gardening after all. Anyway, I’d left. I didn’t own that property any more. The tree chose its moment and crashed to ground, trying to take out the house and the cheater’s prized sports sedan with it.
It was kinda beautiful. I felt a mix of gratitude to the universe with equal parts schadenfreude. It wasn’t terribly Meh of me.
Really though, the biggest punishment my cheater can endure is being him. He sucks. He goes through life knowing he’s destroyed everyone unfortunate enough to try and get close to him. He doesn’t care. That doesn’t fill me with righteous indignation anymore, that he doesn’t care. That’s who he is. A person who doesn’t give a shit about other people. Who can’t connect. Who lacks the human empathy chip.
He did care about a tree crushing his BMW though. Maybe trees are messengers from God. Who knows?
Chump Nation — you got any karma stories? Or encouraging words for living without it?