WebKittyn Warbles

Sometimes I don't make sense to myself. Hell, a lot of the time I don't make sense to myself.

I was brought to tears reading about one person's reaction to a homeless man, the kindness she showed. I make it a point every day to do something random nice, I try hard to keep to that. Meanness makes me sick and petty mean people make me want to kick them.

Yet last night I was shown a picture of a woman I loathe. The only person I think I truly hate. And this picture brought me more glee than I should be admitting to. Why? Because the person in the picture was huge. Huge. Not pleasantly plump, not BBW, just HUGE. Huge and beastly looking, almost to the point where there was no face at all and hips that spread across the entire photo.

And it made me feel warm and tingly inside. This person at one point not too long ago was a vain, petty nasty human being who, for no reason other than her own insecurity, launched a smear campaign against me that did some damage. She is the type of person who would make fun of the size of others to make herself feel better. She is an arrogant nasty HATEFUL person and to see that picture was rewarding. It was ... karma.

I believe in Karma, I believe in it even more now. That picture said to me that her perfect little world she obtained by ultimatums, threats and bribery is anything but perfect. Life is obviously giving her a hard time as she eats small nations to compensate. That's what fills me with glee. To see such a nasty hateful person getting the karma they deserve makes me feel validated.

Then the Pollyanna in me feels bad for taking glee in this. I don't make sense to myself, I guess I don't make sense to anyone sometimes.

Karma. I believe.