I try to practice what I preach; love, compassion, tolerance and respect. But my capacity for those sentiments and actions got poked with a sharp stick recently. Some piece-of-shit Roofied something dear and precious to me. If you are unfamiliar with the term Roofie, it is also commonly referred to as the date-rape drug. It is a drug slipped in unsuspecting victims drinks to render them unconscious or incapacitated.
This could have ended very badly. Any number of scenarios could have played out, rape, physical abuse, severe injury, or even death. We were lucky, though not unscathed. This random act of violence and yes that is the appropriate label for this action, shook me to my core. You realize, very quickly, how fragile our existence is and how one seemingly random act could change the course of your life’s trajectory. We can’t control the actions of others, we can only hope our lives don’t intersect with their recklessness.
So to the piece-of-shit that tried to hurt someone I love, someone that means more to me than my own existence, Karma is a bitch dude.
“If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.” – Kurt Cobain