I believe in Karma. So I’m trying to figure out what it is that I’ve done to earn bad karma. The paperwork from the court came today and in a small way the psycho landlady prevailed. No, no… I don’t have to give her any money. But (and this is a BIG but) she doesn’t have to give me any either. What the fuck??? (no text abbreviations on this one). Explain to me how I turn her down, she asks what she can do to make it work for me, I tell her, she concedes, proceeds to turn into the psycho landlady causing anxiety and headaches, thus causing me to give notice, so she tells me three days, I accept her terms and am out in two and a half… does not scream: Plaintiff adhered to terms of contract, award plaintiff.
This is a cap to one solid month of roller-coaster emotion that I didn’t want to ride on. I didn’t buy the ticket for the whirly, spinny I’m-not-ready ride… I thought I was in the car for the slightly bumpy, ever fun (apparently I’m good at it) strong-silent-packs-a-punch-when-he’s-not ride. I can deal with bumpy and the long stretches I can be patient through… but I hate the whirly and spinny. So just as I’m getting to a good stretch of chill section… we merge with throw-other-crap-at-you-for-fun! Wtf mate!!! Who built this shit? Where’s my hubcap, I want off!
Don’t get me wrong, not everything has been bad. I had a lovely time hangin with the sis and the mom unit. We shopped, ate and mostly laughed. It was good. And maybe losing the money to the psycho is getting me back for winning some from the gym… who knows. Maybe it’s not karma, maybe it’s something else… And I guess sometimes it’s just like that… when something unexpected hits you square in the chest… Maybe at first you are too stunned to react. But then the magnitude of it all comes down like a shit brickhouse and crushes you. When the anger is so strong that it’s just disappointment. All you can do is sit there and shake. Then realize something has to give, usually it’s you, but that’s okay. The shakes will stop and I’ll figure out some other way.
