Ice Karma... A Short Narrative
by Adam Littlefield on Friday, May 21, 2010 at 1:22am
Yeah, so since I can't seem to write anything new lately, I thought I'd bring over a few old gems from Crickets-Chirping-Space that never made it over here for some reason... More to come...
A few weeks ago, I had an amusing encounter with bad karma. I'm sure that we've all had our experiences with karma, whether we believe in it or not. You do something good, something good comes back to you, and likewise for things of a more negative nature. It is ever present in our day-to-day lives; restaurant karma, driving karma, dating/flirting karma, the list could go on. I could speak at length on many of the more inane types of karma, but today I'll speak of an evil, dangerous type; Ice karma.
We were three days into an ice storm. It was my cousin Dusti's last night in town before returning to school, and we were in our favorite drinking establishment spreading the good word to legions of sinners. In truth, we had succumbed to the masses and joined into their pagan rituals not long after we'd entered. Outside was an icy hell, we'd risked life and limb to get there, and inside the air and drink were warming. At some point, I realized that I was out of cigarettes and would have to skate to the car to retrieve a fresh deck. This sounded like great fun.
I was negotiating the parking lot with much joy and ease when I heard a scuffling, skidding sound from behind me. I turned in time to see some sinner shimmy-slide-shuffle on the ice, but right himself at the very last moment. A cackling, almost girlish giggle, no doubt brought on by the evil spirits, sprung from my depths. By the time my giggle had subsided, I was flat on my back and looking up at the stars. I had taken the spill meant for the sinner. And in the midst of my fresh onslaught of giggles, I knew that karma was at work. It was a meticulous process, hauling my considerable mass to a standing position without falling repeatedly. Afterward, I brushed myself off, fetched my cigarettes, and went back inside to tell the tale.
Sometimes small things, no matter how insignificant, can remind us about the simple lessons in life. No matter what we believe, there are basic rules that apply. How we interpret or learn from them is each person's struggle. Some of us never learn.
A few weeks ago, I had an amusing encounter with bad karma. I'm sure that we've all had our experiences with karma, whether we believe in it or not. You do something good, something good comes back to you, and likewise for things of a more negative nature. It is ever present in our day-to-day lives; restaurant karma, driving karma, dating/flirting karma, the list could go on. I could speak at length on many of the more inane types of karma, but today I'll speak of an evil, dangerous type; Ice karma.
We were three days into an ice storm. It was my cousin Dusti's last night in town before returning to school, and we were in our favorite drinking establishment spreading the good word to legions of sinners. In truth, we had succumbed to the masses and joined into their pagan rituals not long after we'd entered. Outside was an icy hell, we'd risked life and limb to get there, and inside the air and drink were warming. At some point, I realized that I was out of cigarettes and would have to skate to the car to retrieve a fresh deck. This sounded like great fun.
I was negotiating the parking lot with much joy and ease when I heard a scuffling, skidding sound from behind me. I turned in time to see some sinner shimmy-slide-shuffle on the ice, but right himself at the very last moment. A cackling, almost girlish giggle, no doubt brought on by the evil spirits, sprung from my depths. By the time my giggle had subsided, I was flat on my back and looking up at the stars. I had taken the spill meant for the sinner. And in the midst of my fresh onslaught of giggles, I knew that karma was at work. It was a meticulous process, hauling my considerable mass to a standing position without falling repeatedly. Afterward, I brushed myself off, fetched my cigarettes, and went back inside to tell the tale.
Sometimes small things, no matter how insignificant, can remind us about the simple lessons in life. No matter what we believe, there are basic rules that apply. How we interpret or learn from them is each person's struggle. Some of us never learn.
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