Comeuppance. This is definitely a word you probably heard your grandparents use at some point and it is used in many films set in the 1920s to the 1950s or 60s. This is a fun word and it should be used more than it is. It means that someone will get what they deserve or will “get their just deserts.”
In other words . . . . Karma’s a bitch.
I believe this. With all of my heart, I believe this. In my own world, this has been true. I feel like I have always been the recipient of Karma. When I do bad, I get bad. When I do good, I get good. I do not think this is an accident. I think it is an intentional payment for my actions.
My own opinion is that if I keep juggling, then all the balls will stay in the air and my comeuppance will never come down, however richly deserved. — Mark Lawrence
It is true that on my best days I am often a hot mess. Or at least appear to others that I am a hot mess. My communication style is frustrating to many, both up and down the hierarchical system in which I work. I often annoy and frustrate the people around me. I’ve even been anonymously told that I am not respected by many of my peers. I move too quickly for most people to actually understand what I am doing. My mind is chaotic so my actions sometimes appear chaotic. I am a crack up.. or cracked up.
Even though I sometimes get my feelings hurt, I don’t look at these criticisms as completely negative attributes. My chaotic nature helps me to find great solutions. I get things done. I never leave things incomplete. I do things correctly and I usually end up achieving more success than anyone ever expected. I shoot for mediocrity and I achieve it every single time. I am sooo ok with this.
There are issues with this attitude and lifestyle for sure. Well, where to start with the negative comeuppances that have come my way. I am often misunderstood. Many of my bosses indicate that they never knew how hard their jobs were until I arrived. Many colleagues, friends, and family are frustrated with my confusing communicatory delivery system. My sense of humor can be annoying. I have not risen as high as many of my colleagues.
I am often perceived as not caring. Maybe it’s the fact that I often use phrases like “No, me importa!” or “मलाई मतलब छैन” or “je m’en fous” or 난 상관없어” (I don’t care)!!!
The truth is, I care deeply. Very deeply. Just not about most of the things others care about.
The positive comeuppances for me have been that my work-life balance is awesome. My aim for mediocrity has had me soaring through the tree limbs hardly ever impaling myself in the branches. Though I fall often, I don’t fall far. My crashes barely bruise me these days. Every single downward trajectory has me finding ways to get back up.
“I long for the simplicity of theatre. I want lessons learned, comeuppances delivered, people sorted out, all before your bladder gets distractingly full. That’s what I want. What I know is what we all know, whether we’ll admit it or not: every attempt to impose the roundness of a well-made play on reality produces a disaster. Life just isn’t so, nor will it be made so.”
John M. Ford
As a matter of fact, I always get back up and live to quietly complain in my head about the naysayers and jerks. I often believe, but am more-often proved wrong, that they too will receive every bit of comeuppance they deserve!
In the end, none of that matters, because the truth is … I am currently living in my just desserts …. and they taste just fine.
“If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.”- Kurt Cobain