Saturday Musings: February 3, Me 0

Karma (noun): Hinduism, Buddhism. action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation.

I've been a very bad person. Perhaps in a previous life I was some sort of murderous felon or despotic dictator. How else to explain the ass-kicking I have recieved by fate this past three weeks? Karma is a bitch....Here's an accounting:

Week one: Bad Breakup. Unexpected loss of a great relationship.

Week two: Dog breaks leg. Surgeon unable to repair it. Amputation. I am now the proud owner of three-legged dog.

Week three: My Mom (I do have one, contrary to popular opinion) is involved in nasty car accident. Jeep is destroyed. She's okay, but looks and feels as if she just went three rounds with Tito Ortiz.

I realize that fate is a cruel mistress who normally doesn't parcel these things out in small, manageable portions, but this is the karmic equivalent of "shock and awe". Okay....I surrender! No need for a ground offensive! I never actually had any WMD's, but that never stopped anyone before....Why would I be immune?

I'm gonna go lend a hand at the homeless shelter now. Maybe on my way down there I'll stumble over the cure for cancer or something. Anything to convince Karma that I'm not the guy it's looking for. I'm even going to skip the usual insult to my readers that I would normally end my post with....See, look....No insult! Pansy. Damnit! I couldn't help myself. Okay Karma, bring it on! What else ya' got!?!?!

Saturday Musings

"But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living.
Because it is the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing."

-Bright Eyes
"Laura Laurent"

Sometimes when you are not paying attention, you trip over some truth. You pick yourself up, brush off the dirt from the road and look at it. It seems a little out of place, a little wrong. You pick it up but it doesn't quite fit in any of your pockets so you carry it around for a while. It gets heavy, and awkward and you begin to think that it belongs to someone else. So you throw it away. Let some other poor sucker deal with it.

You trip over it again a little ways down the road.

Perhaps the problem is not this ill-fitting truth at all, but the road you are travelling down. Try a different road and see what happens.

Welcome to Saturday musings...A new addition to Infinite Monkeys. It's a little piece of my own brand of zen philosophy every week. Stop on by and if I'm not suffering too badly from a hangover, I'll throw up a new one. There you go, your weekends won't suck anymore. You're welcome.

Here's a little Bright Eyes to set the mood.....Why? Because I just can't get enough of Conor Oberst's musical poetry, and that means you can't either. Right?