Karma

    National Let's-Just-Give-Jenny-A-Hard-Time Day was today. Sorry if you missed this glorious occasion. Starting with someone texting me an hour before I needed to get up about lunch today (could you at least tell me something important if you're going to wake me up?) and ending with this girl at a Christmas party, my day was full from start to end of people who are about to be forced to take a swig of their own medicine. 

    This afternoon, I went home, got dressed for a Christmas party and went with my white elephant gift and holiday spirit at arms length. Shortly after walking through the door at the party, I encountered a girl who I knew would get under my skin until the minute we had gone our separate ways. A drama queen doesn't even do her justice. Standing in front of a person she had met a mere few seconds ago, she spouted off about a girl who wears too much makeup and smells bad, giving me a desire for her to have a bad day and just rub it in her face. As I let go of that, everyone retreated upstairs, where for almost an hour we just talked and chilled. Not once, not twice, or even thee times did The Girl look over and give me a smug look of this-is-my-territory-you're-encroaching, making me want to step on "her" territory even more. Remember, two can play this game. 

    Dinner came and went, complete with her numerous malicious looks and smirks. I sat eating, trying to be polite and not reciprocate in a much more hateful manner. Directly after, white elephant began. I had no idea what the presents would contain. All I knew was which present was mine and what it had: five of the ugliest unused nail polishes my eyes had ever laid on. My number was five, not good or bad. The Girl's turn approached, the number directly before mine. She looked at me, grabbed the last present with wrapping paper, which somehow she knew I had been speculating. The Girl grabbed it and ever-so-viciously tore away at the beautiful metallic wrapping, aware my eyes were on her. She received some alarm clock, pretty cool but not the best. Next was my turn. My present was good but not spectacular, definitely an unfairly good trade for what I gave. It consisted or some bath soaps, hand sanitizer and lotion...the typical gift when it is an all girls party. People continued picking gifts until someone stole The Girl's used-to-be perfectly wrapped gift. In turn, she picked another present and it was even better. How is this fair? I silently screamed, angry beyond control that she was being rewarded for being a brat. The last numbers picked their gifts and The Girl's was stolen again. This time, I wouldn't even look and see her flaunt how wonderfully everything turned out for her. I glanced up quickly and saw that my ugly nail polishes were being given to her, for she had stolen some of my joy that evening and now her dandy gifts were stolen as well.

    Hahahahahahaha karma. I once had felt bad about bringing such an outrageously terrible gift, but now was filled with an evil contentment. What goes around comes around. To be able to try to show someone their place, you have to get out of yours to begin with.