I'm here to tell you that karma is real. It's real. What you've been through 25 years ago, 30 years ago, well, don't be surprised if it comes right back at you and bites you on the you know what. This is plain talk. No, you don't have to like it.

I used to be someone who loved to walk around with rose colored glasses on. I used to love to smile at people and tell them how wonderful life could be, how grand love was, how life could turn on a dime and surprise you with flowers and candy and the dream of a lifetime -- you know, just what you've always wanted. I'm not talking about something you thought you might want...I'm talking about that first cup of coffee in the morning, the best tasting thing you can think of, the thing that makes you glad to be alive...the thing/the person/the one you've always wanted...the one that got away...etc. etc.

Well, who cares, right? I mean, other people actually died today. Maybe they had an accident. Maybe they found out they had some horrible disease they would never recover from.

Oh, yeah. That's just like karma!

Some horrible disease you can never recover from!

And everyone notices it, so you feel like you have leprosy!

Ugh. Yep. I used to be a 'coming up roses' kind of person. Life was always going to be greener....uhm...somewhere.

I really really really really need to meditate, but it feels soooooo much better to have a little rant at the board's expense. And I would love to think that, for some reason, I don't actually deserve my karma. But I probably do.

It's my karma, after all. Maybe I should love it a little? Nope, no rose color left. I'd like to kick this karma to the curb. I'd like to tell this karma where to go. I'd like to take notes, to get this info to someone important.

But, alas, my karma is just plain old everyday karma. Blah. Blech. Write to Dear Abby or something. See a shrink, right? Pop a pain pill and see me in the morning.

What I can't really understand is how someone can hate me so much? Am I really that bad?

Okay, don't answer that. I think I'll just go to bed for the next six months. Karma, call me some other day. I'm busy.

What does this post have to do with your title, I'm confused...