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I really don’t adhere to the idea of “good” karma. Seriously, karma always means a bad thing as to what an individual has previously done to another. It’s vengeance without an effort. The gods have been observing.

One day a girlfriend cut my boyfriend’s golden lock. I was not the girlfriend, of course. Everybody knows too well I have a serious fetish for guys with long hair. She was the girlfriend of my boyfriend’s friend.

I was so furious that day. I never let go of the thought. It took me three weeks to accept and move on. I pulled a “bitch” me on my guy. I rationalized. I explained. I rephrased. I consoled. In short, I did everything to let him know how significant it was for me. That, it hurt. It hurt a lot. Oh yeah, I was angry too.

In history, in cultures, in legends, in myths, in superstitions, and even in movies, the hair has a great deal of importance. Remember Delilah cutting Samson’s hair. Yeah, it’s even biblical.

Then another one day, my boyfriend introduced me to his friend who was (still is) the boyfriend of the girlfriend that cut my boyfriend’s hair. (Leave the long sentence alone, I meant it so). I met the boyfriend because he was having a long holiday here.

Perhaps I was just too nice. But, one time it played on my mind, “What if I do a stupid thing on her boyfriend?” Ha! Of course, I did not! That’s so unbecoming of me. I never have stooped to such level and never would I. It’ funny because the girlfriend and I share something in common, which should even be more of a reason why she would not do that. There’s always this certain degree of finesse and so so that would always come upon being in such position.

So do speak, instead cutting the hair of her boyfriend which there was none really to speak of, I sort of treated him like my own. I should opted to shave his head, ye? Hehehehe. It’s not surprising because that’s how I treat my guy friends, and because I promised my boyfriend that I would take care of his friend. Of course, there were limitations. For what it’s worth the friend was alright for a Caucasian guy. I would want to say that his mother raised him well.

Karma, it takes its forms actually. Perhaps my bad bone has not been triggered. Like I always said… Anger is a gift. No one deserves my anger except the people I really love. I know I have a distorted perception of emotions. But frankly, it’s existentialism.

What about them? Euhmm I am not angry at them. It’s not anger. It’s ignorance. I turn my back towards them. After all, ignorance is bliss.

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