Tonight, on my way home, I found myself and some friends walking behind a sizable group of hooligans. You know the type: loud ("...as a motorbike, wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight"), crass, obnoxious, rude, and generally unfriendly people, far too caught up in their own hive-minded arrogance to be of any use to anybody, at least for the night. At one point, they stopped to yell obscenities at some girls and verbally abuse a hipster with a skateboard. As we passed them, they took his skateboard and threw it into the street. We followed in front of them for a block, and just as we crossed the street, they were apprehended by two cops waiting for them around the corner.
Thank you universe, turns out you do play by the rules sometimes.
My very basic belief in life is that it works on a simple feedback-control system. You do bad things, bad things happen to you; you do good things, and good things happen (or at least, bad things don't happen to you. As much.).
Sometimes, I think we loose track of that. I mean, aside from being (unhappily) single, life's been fairly good to me, I suppose. Here's to hoping that the universe will fix that problem once I've got the rest of this stuff figured out.
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Maybe that's why my stuff always ends up broken/lost/stolen. Damn you, feedback control. Damn you.
I hesitate to point out that, at least in this instance, the feedback-control system you describe is effected not by a metaphysical karmic mechanism but by the
(apparently) free decisions made by individuals in a civil society. Bad things come, in other words, not to those who deserve them but those who incur the displeasure of the state.
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