Karmic Highway

I'm up still, for no more discernible reason than I am. My brain seems to be mocking me with clarity intermixed with an occasional disruption of cognitive thought.

So I shall try to write and possibly enlighten, infuriate, bemuse or otherwise entertain you with my nocturnal ramblings.

I'm working as a Youth Worker in a 24/7 environment and at times find myself confused at this particular job choice, because I'm truly a misanthrope... I don't like people as a rule, because they either bore the hell out of me with their limited interests, irritate me with their lack of information when they do interest me for a moment, or they're so vacuous that I want to cleanse the gene pool with their demise...

...and I work with Juvenile Delinquents.

...and they like me.

I wonder sometimes (which is more often than many people will ever do) about Karma. What I ponder is the self-serving belief that IF I do good deeds, good things will happen to me... so isn't this a selfish belief?
In essence, I may only be doing something nice with the expectation of greater rewards later on, so I'm really doing something that is BAD, because I know the result is fixed by my conscious actions... or is it?

A person could drive themselves insane if they thought on this too long (Hey Honey! I quit my job, shot the neighbors and killed the dog because I just realized that Karma is a fixed quantity!)... yep...padded bedrooms with comfy "hug-me" jackets are awaiting...

So what I'm thinking is that IF you are conscious of the fact that you are doing something nice for a Karma boost (No, they don't have Red Bull Karma shots yet, but when they do, I'm sure they'll be great sellers at the local 7-11), you are going to be nailed in Karmic fashion... perhaps something like being run over by a bus full of yogis.

It doesn't pay to be smart when Karma's involved.

Have you ever wished something bad to happen to someone? .....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Liar.

I bet even Mother Theresa wished that at least once (fucking church and the no sex rule...I just wish...)

I do at least once a day... not to you though good reader, because if you made it through the first sentence of this script, you're probably worth talking to... I'm not saying you wouldn't bore the crap out of me with some talk about Hebridean Husbandry or the impact on society because of the invention of nose hair trimmers... but I won't wish evil to befall you...unless you insist on continuing... then it's a Karmic free-for-all.

I hope I'm a good person, and not a self-serving-bastard-in-cheap-clothing... but in the end I just keep opening doors for people behind me, listen politely when bored to tears until I can find a polite exit, and hoping that the unconscious efforts outweigh the conscious ones...

And look both ways down the Karmic Highway for that oncoming bus.

Goodnight.. I'm here all week.