I’m reading about the “Nicest thing you’ve ever done, that nobody knows about”. People are talking about saving women from rape, saving a life, running into a burning building.
The best thing I’ve ever done was nowhere near that. I wouldn’t say this is something nobody knows about, as I’ve told maybe too many people this story. I don’t know if I’m bragging, or what, but I’ve told this story a few times. It’s not even a great deed, or maybe not even the best thing I’ve ever done.
True karma is gained silently.
Okay maybe that isn’t a saying, but it’s something I made up just now. This is probably why karma is fucking with me now, is because I expected a reward for this one good thing I did. I figured if I did one good thing, then Karma would pay me back, and my terrible semester would start going the right way.
I was unlocking my bike at 1 AM, getting ready to bike back to Monagan, when I saw one of those billboards. One of those stands where all the paper, flyers, tickets, etc. were tacked up. And it had pretty much all been ripped down to the ground. The papers were scattered right in front of it, like Wolverine had gotten especially angry and decided to take it out on the free piano lesson flyers. I did a double take for a second, got off my bike, and picked up every piece of paper and threw it away. I thought about the person who would have to clean that up, if I didn’t. I thought about what kind of person would do this and just leave it. And I thought about the 2 (quite chubby) women that passed me picking up the papers and ignored me completely.
I don’t know what kind of person I am. But I know that I made a good choice that night. I don’t know if I deserve good things in my life, but I know that I can do something good in the world, even if the world is doing bad things to me.
So maybe I’m not playing the perfect role of the good samaritan, that does without pride.
Fuck karma. I’ll make my own luck.
