I'm a firm believer in Karma. The energy you put out is the energy you receive. So I strive to keep a positive outlook, happy disposition and help those who are truly in need and deserving of help. I strive to; but sometimes, revenge is so sweet. Superior, evil thoughts bounce around my inflated ego. Now before you think ill of me, let me explain.

Before I gained all the weight, when I was young, thin, and beautiful, I dated a boy during my high school years. He was so gorgeous, all the girls wanted him and I dated him. The guy was a beast. He dumped me because I wasn't pretty enough. If I would have had one ounce of self-esteem I would have kicked him to the curb like he deserved, way before he disposed of me.
Ha! As fate would have, he ended up in the gutter after all.

It's been 25+ (gulp) years. I recently ran into him at a gas station. He was bumming quarters. He's addicted to meth, and lost most of his teeth due to his drug abuse. He's not so pretty anymore. I listened to his sad story. I didn't give him a quarter. Might have tarnished my Karma; but it sure perked up my self-esteem.