Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

Well, for the longest time, the Tracy-bitch made my life hell. That’s past now, except the hurt and memories.

And of course, the high school “friends” who tortured me by being bullies.
I was never good enough.
I never dressed right.
I didn’t think right.
I was too weird.

And they were mean. They would tell me to go away. That no one liked me. Stop following them.
Oh I remember that one. It was LS and SF and that gang. And it was a basketball game, and I just kinda “tagged” along I guess… and I was told to GO AWAY and STOP FOLLOWING THEM because they DIDN’T LIKE ME.

Karmic repercussions at a CYO Ski Trip.. by this time I was able to make friends anywhere with anyone. :)
I mean, seriously, when you are kicked away by your peers, you find friends in other ways. Books and new people. ;)
So on this Ski Trip, I made LOTSA new friends, and one certain person, LS, went.. and didn’t know anyone.. and guess what.. SHE followed ME around.. because she didn’t know how to make friends..

It was the most amazing feeling I’d ever had. I didn’t know about Karma in those days… but it felt so good!! I remember those times fondly. I met so many people. I danced with guys at the dance and made some delightful friends!!

I didn’t like church stuff much, but that was the best thing that ever happened to me thanks to church.

I can see some of the Karma to this day. The people who were so horrible to me haven’t had the best of lives. They have struggled and don’t seem to be happy nor do they always seem to have a lot of friends. Or at least they don’t seem to have true friends.

I pity them, but I don’t. They brought it on themselves. Even if they learned it from their parents, what they did was wrong. My parents were assholes. They judged people by how much money they had. I never did that. It was a choice. MY choice, so these kids, these high school aged kids, CHOSE to be bitches to me. All of them. It was a choice.

So the universe deciding to make the learning lessons a bit tougher doesn’t make me feel guilty at all.

They will learn. Or they will not. If not, they will be doing it again until they get it right.

Blessed Be!