.. or however one spells this. (I know how to start spelling “banananana….nana…”, I just don’t know where to stop!)
(Think I’ll give you a preview of rain.)
Why I believe in karma (or Western equivalent) : My life seems to work like this. I stand on my head trying to get “into” something (a job, a post, a group, whatever), and it’s simply “no, thanks”. But let me get very very, extremely busy with something unrelated, and they’ll contact me: “Could you please…” (and I’m thinking: Yay! I’ve been waiting for this! You think it’s me doing you a favour?)
It’s like this: Either what I’m asking for, or when I’m asking for it, is not supposed to be on my life path. So I don’t get it, even though I ask nicely. But the stuff that gets thrown my way – excellent stuff by the way, a genetics post here, an orchestra gig there, a wedding gig, and so on – is supposed to happen to me right there right then. Voila: Karma!
Unrelated: We each of us are a mix of Quasimodo and an angel. People criticizing us make us feel like Quasimodo. People appreciating us bring out the angel in us.
Young ladies: You are gorgeous and dressed to kill, and you ask your boyfriend whether you look alright.
His answer: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
What would your next move be?