Sweet Justice

I've been told many times that "life's not fair", but i'm sorry, i'm just not ok with that.

a world without justice is just nowhere that i want to be. i mean, if that's truly the case, what's the point of being nice at all?
if there just isn't any justice or karma or whatnot, then why don't we just go around taking advantage of others to our benefit as long as we can get away with it?

this being said, as much as i try to disprove the theory that "life is not fair", i see evidence of it every damn day
the son-of-a-bitch bastard apartment owners that screwed me out of A LOT of money without a twinge of guilt or concern for me, people who throw their trash on the streets, nasty people who walk on others, care only about themselves and seem to not only make it, but prosper. i think, when are they gonna get their just reward? and most of the time i never see it. i just have to hope that in the end, somewhere down the road, someone will screw them twice as hard as they screwed me, or if nothing else, they'll come back in the next life as a tortured lab rat or something....

BUT.....
there are moments.
brief
shining
GLORIOUS
moments where i get to see karma come back and bite these people in the ass!!
and thank god, i can have a glimmer of hope again, that justice does come back around, even if we are not there to see it

here is one such story

flashback to summer of 2003. "princess" was dating "musician", and both of us being broke as shit, we'd hang out on venice beach all weekend- walking to and from the beach, rollerblading and whatever other free distraction we could find while our boyfriends followed their dreams of 'making it'

she was cool then. humble, fun, and a good companion.
well, she got fired from our mutual workplace
and subsequently decided that working for a living was beneath her

she sat around and smoked pot, collected unemployment and exercised fanatically for 6 months. that's it.
even tho she broke up with "musician", she continued to live with him, even getting him to pay her share of the rent in exchange for her getting counseling. mommy sent her money too, so thus began her notion of being a kept woman i think.

well she started dating "rich boy" and moved in with him only after 6 months. he made her a kept woman, took her all over the world, taking vacations to san fran, santa barbara, 6 weeks through europe and proposed in the bahamas. i admit i was jealous as hell.

but something changed in her. this thrifty, resourceful grounded woman turned into a spoiled little rich princess. soon she was nothing more than a bubblehead, who talked of no more than her handmade bras or her salon brand of makeup, getting her eyebrows waxed for $600 and how she'll clean NOW , but once she gets pregnant, he'll have to get her a maid. she'd TOTALLY lost touch of reality, not to mention the value of a dollar. and she took it all for granted- like she deserved to be spoiled like this. cocky. bitchy. she had a group of friends who were also little kept rich women who shopped all day and ate at expensive restaurants and bought $100 jeans.

we'd made plans to go to a hockey game together; knowing how much i loved hockey but that i was short on cash at the time, she'd offered to pay. well, a few weeks later when i followed up with her, she said something like, "oh well, i found out the tickets were $75, and you probably couldn't afford that anyway". feeling stunned, i reminded her that she'd offered to pay. and then she came back with some bullshit story, "oh my fiance questioned that one", she said. RIGHT this is crap. she'd just spent an hour bragging to me how she'd spent $2000 at fred siegal's in one day and he didn't even question it.
she responded, "well, he said to me, 'all your OTHER friends pay their own way'"
i reminded her that her OTHER friends were all little kept women of rich men. so then she said something that will always stay with me.
she said
"well, there is no reason that YOU should be treated to OUR lifestyle"

CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT ONE?????

know how you find the perfect retort, but not till later?
same thing. OUR lifestyle?? OUR ? she didn't do shit for that lifestyle. SHE was being treated to it too. and she'd forgotten that a few months ago she was in my position. and the only thing that'd changed was a guy who came along and rescued this bratty spoiled little princess. she didn't have a car of her own, a job, a place to live. it was all his.

well, i deleted her right then and there.

fastforward to Aug 2005
in a thrift store out of nowhere this vaguely familiar guy says my name
"musician????" "yeah"

here's karma coming back to bite this bitch

he tells me that "rich guy" broke it off w/ "princess" right before the wedding
and she went running back to mommy in Miami

now, call me sadistic or immature, or whatever,
but
THAT IS FUCKING GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!