Everyone talks about not messing with karma. It’s constantly out to get you.
I have to agree with this statement. I try to do right by karma, you know, not blowing off the homeless man outside the 7-11 EVERY time I go in (ok lie). I try not to be late for church when I actually go (sorry Jesus). I try to be nice to the members at the gym I work at even when I just want to knock some heads if they’re rude or demanding because really? Karma? She’s a bitch.
I had to wonder what I did to karma when I got my assignment for my freelance writing job yesterday.We’re writing about wedding planning this week – all things related to wedding planning which is awesome because I’m still planning my wedding!
Wedding planning in…Cincinnati?!
The Ex’s hometown?! Really???!!! Karma….what did I ever do to you?! Granted he hasn’t lived there in a few years, since he’s been off jetsetting around Southeast Asia, but still, he calls it (and Boston) home.
The assignment was late being turned in, mostly because I couldn’t motivate myself to write it. I didn’t really want to learn anything about Cincinnati because I’ve been so ANTI Cincinnati since we broke up in 2006 -everything from the Bengals to the Reds, I despise everything about Cincinnati. I know, I know, Karma doesn’t like grudges either. I joked with a friend of mine about sending the Ex my articles “Here. These might be more useful to you than me some day…”
Karma would really be out to get me then wouldn’t she?
I refrained from sending him those files – even as a joke. We haven’t even talked over email in months (since I sent him a “happy birthday hope life is treating you well” email in February – which by the way – was NOT reciprocated.
C’est la vie. If you ask me honestly, do I miss him? Sometimes. The conversations. Not him as a boyfriend him, but him as a friend him. But if I need advice I go to any of my fabulous gal pals here or in Boston. If I need to vent, well, that’s why I have a blog and puppies (and a fiance).
But I’ve gotta ask….karma? Why you gotta play me like that foo’?
And so you know, Karma, I’ll drop my grudge when you stop being a b*tch.
(If anyone wants to know anything about weddings in San Antonio, Cincinnati and soon to be San Francisco, I’m fairly certain I can direct you to the right resources)
