How do people, adults, especially, seem to live their lives without caring about what could possibly go wrong?
I see this a lot, with friends who are divorcing, friends cheating, random bloggers that post sexually explicit photos of an ex (yep). They seem to just float through life with a sort of oblivion to the repercussions to any actions. Worse, even, they end up without any sort of karmic payback for the “gray areas” in which they frolic.
I don’t get it. I can’t get up 15 minutes late without wondering who is going to freak out first. I calculate each word I blog, each post on Facebook and the time I let myself blog or BE in those socially-addictive-yet-unacceptable-even-if-its-your-job mediums. That’s not to say I’ve not had my moments of utter debauchery and criminal behavior, but generally speaking, if I do something off-color, I get caught, so I’ve learned to anticipate each and every microscopic reality slap and give up any sort of rule-breaking in order to not have to deal with those little pricks. Heh.
I’ve wondered before, especially with those that are assured that the end justifies the means, if there is some sort of Law of Attraction at play, that maybe people who don’t really care about who they hurt are smarter, and are given more leeway in life. Whereas people like me, totally doing everything possible to avert any sort of bad karma, are actually bringing the bad mojo upon ourselves.
If I didn’t care about the potential karmic effects, I would be blogging and flaming a ton of people for the assholes they are and for the shit they’ve put me through. It is my desire to keep my own ass in check that eliminates my need to truly vent about my circumstance, something I probably need desperately, by the way… but, instead, I’m watching with wide-eyed wonder at these people who don’t care… winning.
What the Fuck?