Karma Hates Me

I used to think I was a little bit paranoid. But after yesterday, I got confirmation that everyone really is out to get me. Or at least Karma is out to get me.

So of course that amazing guy never called. I should have known better than to think that last Saturday's happiness could be sustained, replicated, or expanded upon. I'm a fucking idiot.

You would think this would be enough to handle on a random January Sunday. Unfortunately, Karma felt like delivering another swift kick to my unsuspecting ass.

I went to Publix last night to buy my groceries for the week. Had my iPod on, was minding my own business, but realized I forgot to get pancake mix. I turned around from the produce section and returned to the jellies, condiments, and coffee aisle. I was about to turn the corner and then, completely without warning, I nearly ran into ex-BF.

Aside from driving near each other on the causeway, this was the first time I had seen him since he left my apartment for the last time in September. We exchanged about thirty seconds of polite conversation before he scurried off when I asked him how studying was going. Thank goodness he left, because I felt like I might throw up.

Talking to my friend A through my sobs, I asked how much more of this can I be expected to take? For whatever reason, I feel like my romantic life has begun to resemble a story from Classical mythology - perhaps the Herculean trials or The Odyssey. Karma is testing me. I'm a fairly tough cookie, but this is just getting ridiculous. The events of the week (see two posts ago) are clearly some kind of cosmic sign that I'm not reading correctly. Frankly, I just don't get it.

And more importantly, why me?

Sublime Perfection

Have you ever met couples that are absolutely perfect for each other, and accordingly, give off an aura of perfection in every respect?

Ordinarily, and especially given the mood I've been in lately, this type of couple would make me horribly jealous. The subject of this post, although a perfect couple, inspires only happiness.

I attended a lavish wedding last night. The setting was divine; the flowers tasteful; the bridesmaids lovely; the bride elegant and serene. She cried while reading her vows and I cried along with her, and every other girl in the audience. Her husband echoed her sentiment, minus the tears. This was a couple that knew, almost from the start, that they were meant for each other.

Despite the romantically terrible week I've had, it ended with a truly joyful event. Watching the newlyweds together and participating in the celebration of their relationship reminded me that the right person or people are out there. My hope has been restored, that maybe I will find him.

He's just hiding for now.