Dear (insert higher power),
I understand that with every action must come a reaction, karma and all that, but why is it that with me, there seems to be an immediate result lately? Couldn’t there be a week—or even a day—buffer between me and my foibles?
The thing about having a life that is somewhat cinematic (that is, one of quick and apparent consequences, and anyone who knows me can attest to that), is that it is both a blessing and a curse. Somedays you are Midas, some, Medusa. Either way, you touch people and it’s done. Why was I dealt a white peach this year when I so needed a coconut? You can drop those things indefinitely and still sell them for full price.
That said, it’s more fun to be a peach.
