I've been looking at the way my future is going lately and it feels like it has taken another bad turn. I'm already getting tired of chasing it so I've resorted to sitting back and letting it run, whenever it gets to where it's supposed to, I'll catch it up there but then I have this dream job that I've been applying for and I've been pleading with mother nature to grant my request.
That dream job is becoming karma's personal delivery lady. Like!!! Can you imagine being in such a position? Trust me I'll do my job with style and prestige especially when I'm sent to deliver a revenge package. I'll slap it on the person's face and majestically walk away with a broad smile.
I have a list of individuals I'll love to deliver sweet packages to before catching up with my future again. The first person on my list is the president of Nigeria. That man has dealt with Nigerians and deserves karma now that he's still wobbling around.
Second would be to my ex who looks like something I drew with my left toe for posting on social media that he's single and lying about it. His type of punishment is one that if I should write it down, you won't read it all because of the number of words.
Next up would be all the criminals in every country of the world. The stress though but the joy of watching them weep would supersede stress. Afterall joy is everything.
I'll love to work wholeheartedly for that bitch which gives good and bad but my aim is to deliver the bad ripen packages so these individuals don't just die and go scot free. You may be asking if I don't need a pay? Hahaha! My pay is in the joy I'll get to watch all the evil people get a taste of their own medicine.
Watching them wander free is making my heart grief each day. Revenge, my bad! Revenge may sound mean to you so I'll say returning their favor would be my pleasure 馃槉. Don't you think they'll love it? After All they say;
Do unto others what you'll love to be done unto you.
So you see? It's not bad, they'll love it. They'll thank me with their eyes moistened and their noses releasing drawy liquids. Karma may be a bitch but I love that bitch and you should too.
Don't you dare think I'm bitter, this is me spreading positivity. Wouldn't you like me to deliver a karma package to that person that hurt you sometime ago or that your conceited boss that talks down on you everytime? Hahaha, imagine him coming to the office on a Monday and smiling sheepishly (instead of bossing around) calling everyone sweet names and spreading cash. Shaking his bum and entertaining y'all while you take a video record of him and save it on your phone till the day the package expires then you'll use it against him.
My brain is beginning to mess with me, I think I should just go to bed. Maybe when I wake up I'll be thinking straight for now all I think is maybe I'm just perhaps (if such a phrase exists). Don't you think I should reapply for this job? Maybe mother nature didn't get my previous letters.
