My Ex, Karma
When I was in my early 20s, I dated a girl named Karma. The name suited her. She went out partying at least four nights a week, sometimes more.
Almost every morning, she’d wake up next to me, groaning with a terrible hangover, saying, “Ughh, I’m never drinking again.” But by the next night, she’d be right back at it, drinking even more than before.
Our relationship was full of ups and downs, and alcohol made it worse. I started drinking more too, and before I knew it, we were both stuck in a toxic cycle. At parties, if someone offered a beer bong, she’d be the first to do it. She had no idea what moderation was.
(Just to be clear, this isn’t her—just an example of what a beer bong is for those who don’t know.)
But drinking wasn’t the only problem. She got into harder drugs too. No matter how many jobs she lost, friends she fought with, or bridges she burned, she refused to slow down. Even breaking her arm one night while drunk didn’t wake her up. She just complained about the pain and medical bills but kept living the same way.
The truth is, some people don’t learn from their mistakes. Sometimes, it’s because they don’t know how. Other times, they just don’t want to. Sadly, years later, Karma is now homeless and still caught in the same cycle of drinking and drugs.
Some people just can’t get out of their own way.