People always ask me, “what do you believe in?”
Actually, they don’t. Not always.
Sometimes, people ask me, “what do you believe in?”
Or, if they’re persnickety about dangling participles, they might ask me, “In what do you believe?”
I believe in karma.
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I do not believe in karma.
I’m not really sure what I believe in. Saying I believe in truth is mixing your metaphors, like believing in ammunition. Saying I believe in humanity is a bit too broad a brush. Saying I believe in good people is… well, close.
I believe people are inherently good. And I believe that all people have good in them. But that’s entirely different.
I don’t believe in Karma, but I do believe in good friends. Those that abuse them have few of them (if any). So I guess in our own ways we are embodiments of “Karma” although it is more about mutual enjoyment than cosmic justice.
I also don’t think karma is ‘cosmic justice’.
It’s cause and effect. Not cosmic justice.
I don’t believe I asked any of you mooks what *you* believed in.
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For the record, I also believe in ghosts, flying saucers, animal communication, Something Sublime, and the ability of pistachio jello pudding made with fresh farm cream to cure pretty much anything that ails you.
Actually, I believe in a lot more than that.
I also believe in the inherent stupidity of cats, the tendency of all systems to decline into kerfuckitude, and male pattern balding.
AND, I believe in many things I cannot put into words.
Like that thing. That does that stuff. With the doohinkey. With the spinning, and the …you know…lasers.
Also-too, I believe that unspoken communication is super important.
I also believe that I now remember why I don’t talk about the things I believe in. Because it always ends up seeming like a bloody competition. And that makes me pissy.
And I believe everyone is an artist. And I also believe the sun will rise tomorrow. I also believe that things will fall when I drop them. And that once, my ancestors were protozoa. Well, okay, *my* ancestors were *inebriated* protozoa.
I further believe that underpants can sometimes be worn more than one day, but you have to turn them or else it’s just grody. And that if you tape a cat’s paws, that’s just about the best entertainment you can get for less than a dollar. I believe in the ability of comic books to make everything better. I believe in fairies. I believe that sometimes that weird itch you get that you can never quite reach no matter where the itch pops up is your skin’s way of being a dick. Of *consciously* being a dick.
…I think this is going to be a series of posts, actually.
I believe you are alien and your power comes from our yellow sun.
Here is segue for nerds
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.