#1. Karma really is a bitch. We have all heard this saying, but probably passed it off as hooey. It’s true in the sense that karma – (the ancient Indian concept of cause and effect) – can take you to task. For example, I was recently on an airplane and noticed a young girl wearing clothing I recognized as sleepwear from a particular Secret line of clothing, if you know what I mean. Comfortable, but not exactly what I would wear for a trip to a major airport or running for the lavatory on a crowded plane. In my not so tactful way, I mentioned to the passenger next to me (who was commenting on the girl’s casual clothing) that they were in fact PJ’s, not to be confused with a real jogging suit. Interestingly, we were chastising her for having the word PINK splashed across her rear as she ran past us for the bathroom, and not the fact that the turbulence was causing her to vomit. Sometimes the slightest infraction can hurt someone, and I guess, karma was on that girl’s side that day. After I arrived home from that trip, I had diarrhea for the three days!
#2 Never, ever judge a book by its cover. How many times have you heard this or said this? I find that the educated, the curious, and the wise are good at faking it, and the young do not hold back. As with flocks of people, I venture out on my lunch hour almost every day to reconnect with the world. The other day, I was on the hunt for food (which is usually every 2 hours of every day that I am awake). I walked to Freebirds, a funky, build-your-own burrito factory that will not haunt you later in the day. You can even make tin foil objects from your wrapping and leave them for display or ultimate mutilation by a teenager. The young woman that checked me out was wearing an Insane Clown Posse (“ICP”) t-shirt, and the speakers were blaring a Beastie Boys song to which I knew every word. I mentioned at the check out that the music was great, I liked her t-shirt and that I had been to an ICP concert. Not only that, I thought, with all of her tattoos and pink hair, I judged her a a hard-working, pleasant young woman. My judgment changed when she cracked up and stated “I can’t believe you know who ICP is by looking at you.” Now all I can think about is the girl on the plane. (Pictures of ICP too crude to include. The Beastie Boys are three jewish guys from the Bronx, nothing to show there either.)