Karma's not a bitch.

She's a dirty slut.

Someone backed into my car this past weekend. Hit and run.



A couple years ago, someone tried to break into my old truck. When I saw that the rear window had been shattered, my first reaction was one of shock and I immediately backed away, not understanding what my eyes were seeing. A sadness that one only feels when their private space has been violated by strangers followed.

I had much the same feelings when I approached my car to find this big dent in the door. Both doors.

Then anger followed and I muttered, "What goes around comes around, assholes."

And then I wondered... Maybe I'm getting what I deserve. Maybe what goes around IS coming around to ME.

Is this what I get for all the not-so-nice things I've done in the past? I never thought it was much, but maybe it's all added up and has come back to haunt me in the form of this one giant dent in the side of my car!

Is it because I stole $80 when I was 15? Or maybe it's because I've neglected to pay for a couple items while shopping. Or maybe it's because I never stopped to ask if that guy from Room Service needed help when I saw him leaning over his engine after work one night.

Does it make any difference that I really do feel guilty for all those things? I do. And not just because of the dent in my car.