I believe in kharma. I believe it comes around eventually, and not always in the time frame you think it should.
I like to think I’m a pretty reasonable person. I pretty much keep to myself for the most part and I don’t have a big network of friends. I have very few actually. The ones I do have mean the world to me, even though I don’t do a good job showing it. It is not because I don’t care, it’s because I’m busy and most of the time I choose to spend time with my family or staying home. I realize it is a hard thing for some to understand and I also realize some may take it personally. The other part of the puzzle is that I just don’t trust too many people. I don’t like to take the time to let someone get to know me and then have them dissapoint me. Of course, we will all dissapoint each other at some point, because we are human and that is what humans do. Mistakes get made and things happen. I’d like to think for the most part people mean well and people are good. Unfortunately, in MY life the opposite is true, or has been in my experience.
Why is it so hard to find good friendships? At my advanced age (ahem) it seems as if friendships are already established and there is just no room or time to nurture new ones. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have a few friends who I do consider good ones and ones that love me and nurture my soul. I am babbling. I guess it’s my blog and I need to get to the heart of the matter.
I believe that when you do something in a vindictive nature it will eventually come back to haunt you. I believe when you choose to purposefully hurt someone you will eventually look like the bad one in the end. I believe when you are a wolf in sheeps clothing, you will eventually outgrow your coat. I believe what goes around comes around, and I mostly believe you reap what you sow.
If I have done something to have caused such poor treatment, I will take it. However, if you simply acted vindictively because you feel I did not give you the attention/friendship YOU felt YOU deserved then shame on you. Take a long hard think about what you did. You see, people don’t like people who act so sophomoric, but people dislike people who can’t be trusted even less.
When your standing alone in your poor me, no one likes me, no one sends me gifts, no one calls me, no one this or no one that..think about why. People put up with that shit for so long. The difference between them and me is I chose to walk away from it.