Do you believe in karma?

Have you ever noticed one very common trait among Asians? Being all polite and nice even when you don’t feel like it – I have to admit that I am also guilty of this sin.

I, for one, do not like going out of my way for others and this applies especially to people that I’m not close with. For I always believe that if they are my buddies, then they will know me well – at the very least well enough to know my likes and dislikes.

Until today, it never ceases to amaze me each time a so-called ‘friend’ comes up to me and actually have the nerves to open his/ her mouth to ask for a favour. So being the typical Asian that I am, most of the time I’ll say yes. Even though deep inside I loathe myself with every fibre of my being for not having the guts to say no.

God, I am such a doormat.

When you extend a helping hand, do you ever expect anything in return? If you don’t then please allow me to congratulate you because apparently you, my dear friend, have a heart of gold.

Which brings me to my story:-

I have been going out of my way for this “friend” of mine for a few months already. Although after the incident, I seriously doubt that she considers me as a friend after all. Just when I needed her help, she gave me some lame a** excuse as to why she would be unable to return the favour.

Since I don’t like doing things for others (yes, in case you are wondering, I do work part-time selling fish in the market), naturally I am inclined to do my own thing without asking for help – unless I am left with no other choice, which was exactly what happened the day I asked for her assistance.

So from that day onwards, I made up my mind – no more favours, well, at least not for this “friend” anyway. I informed her of my decision and man, it actually felt REALLY good (I know, I know, I’m mean!).

And then something happened to her the very same day she politely declined to help me (I swear, there was no physical injuries involved & I was also not the cause). I remembered clearly how I conveyed the news to my man with glee during the evening and told him that it was her karma.

Oops, wrong move.

I guess the thing with karma is that it always comes back and bites you in the a**. The very next day, as I was on my way to work, I met an accident involving a motorcyclist. Although both of us did not suffer any injuries but my car had to be sent to the workshop for a few days.

I didn’t realize how hellish life could be without a car – things like this happen when you get yourself too attached to the material things in this world. But lucky enough there was a kind Samaritan who offered to chauffeur me to and from work during that period. (God bless this kind soul)

So the man of the house reminded me of what I told him the night before: apparently, this was to be my karma.

As for me, I would very much prefer to look at it as a new, much needed and more importantly, free, paint job for my car – special thanks goes out to my “friend” for it.

"What you are shouts so loudly in my ears that I cannot hear what you say." – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Keep on smilin’,