Todays post has been bought to you by the letter self pity and the number JackDaniels

Buddhism's (or any of the Dharmic religions) view of Karma
Wiccans The rule of three (or three fold law)
Christians Do unto others as you would have them do unto you

What do you do when you start to believe the opposite?

My New Years resolution was to not be a nice guy for a while. Three months of not doing spur of the moment good deeds.
That's not to say I planned to go out of my way to be an arse, but I just wouldn't do something if I didn't at least break even¹
If you're not a doormat you can't be walked on. If you don't put yourself out then you can't feel let down when you get taken for granted.
Six weeks into the year and I think it's going well. Life is chugging along ok.
Then, just for a moment, you forget that little promise to yourself

Oooh, they'd like that. It'd be a nice treat for them. It's only a couple of clicks and I'm not *really* putting myself out, as Amazon are doing all the hard work.
The homeless guy that made me laugh. Shit, I didn't mean to pull out that much money...   Oh well, he needs it more than I do.

48hrs later and there's life, stamping on your bollocks and laughing.
it makes me wonder. How often do you say to yourself that bastard, he'll get his comeupance some day and how often do they?
It's a scientifically proven fact that "nice guys" finish last so we can take them out of the equation.
That leaves the rest of Jo Public. The apathetic and the those that only look after #1.
Which one has the nice house, the fancy car, nice holidays and the glamorous girlfriend.
and don't give me that ahhh, but are they happy? crap because you know what. I bet they are.

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NOTES

1. Example: My mom needs a lift to the hospital for an appointment. Well there's both a kayak and mountain bike store within easy walking distance of the hospital so I could drop her off, pick up the new paddles I wanted and then take mom back to her house as it was on my way home. I hadn't put myself out.
   On the other hand, if I was just about to sit down with a nice glass of wine and watch a movie, and you turn up on my doorstep holding Tiddles your pet Tarantula who's got a broken leg and needs to be rushed to the vets... well sorry, get a taxi. I don't like spiders and I was looking forward to relaxing for the night.

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and there's the slap that normally follows whenever I make a self pitying whining post like previous.

David Williamson, a member of nearby Wolves car club was killed on the Wyedean Rally at the weekend.
According to some old result sheets that I've just looked at we had competed against each other on a few rallies but I can't picture a face.

I do however remember the first time I did the 'Dean back in '93
Driving up out of the valley and coming round a sequence of hairpins and then just finding what must have been the entire population of this little village we were driving through just standing there, lining the sides of the road cheering and waving.

Those are happy thoughts - I think I'll stick with those instead.