Improve my Karma.

So I’m going to try and make cds to cheer my friends up when they are feeling shitty.

I’ve got this project online I’m working on, where I’m trying to bring attention to projects that other people are passionate about. These are creative, forward thinking individuals who have projects that either help bring art, music, film etc.. to the world or helps within their communities.

Though I’m working on it because I enjoy it… hopefully, if I need it one day… it will come back around to me.

swings and rounabouts but still trying

its weird but the important things i need to go right dont then other things which i have forgotten about seem to sort themselves out. i will try not to stress and worry about everything and hope in time all will fall into place

i really am having a go but the more i try to to the right thing the more everything seems to go wrong am i cursed

I was at maccas at about 4am on saturday night, extremely drunk and a homeless guy was sitting beside me, the two guys on the other side gave him some change and i thought id follow suite and said “just sharin the love” and i handed over all my change ($6, maybe $7.

Not much, but he said thanks and it was a great thanks, I saw him later on in the night with a chocmilk. Still at maccas. I wish I had socks to give him, his feet looked very very very cold.

That is all.

at the moment i feel so down with life and sad at the state of the world. I hope that by helping my karma I can in turn reach out and help someone else’ any tips are most welcome

thanks

Things I Need To Do
Compliment people 3x a day
Remember person’s name I see more than 2x a week
Hold doors for people
Smile at strangers
Be aware of my body language
Start a Karma Bank

When my friend arrived at my place a week ago, I was miserable. Everything she did annoyed me, we managed to get into a public shouting match on our first walk out and I couldn’t wait for the time with her to be over. I was generally unpleasant the next day: being courteous but not warm, only speaking to her when I had to, not making an effort to take meals at the same time, locking myself in a room on the other side of the house, being unhelpful, sulking and not being a particularly good host or friend. I was feeling guilty about the way I was behaving because I knew that no matter what my problems with her were, she was a guest in my home and it was my duty to make her feel welcome. Because I was being so unpleasant, she was cold towards me too, sulking, barely talking, ignoring me and looking annoyed at the slightest things.

Well, I decided to get over my immaturity and make an effort. I listened harder to what she wanted to do and genuinely tried to find a way to do it instead of just brushing it aside; I talked to her and listened to the things she wanted to share patiently even though some of those things were painful to hear; I ate with her, walked with her and used all the patience I had at my disposal. At first it was an effort. But she soon reciprocated, and soon positive energy was coming from both of us, flowing back and forth. Talking was no longer painful, I actually felt glad she was sharing her life experiences with me. She was more considerate, especially when I opened up about how I’d bee feeling. Spending time together was actually fun, even if we couldn’t always do exactly what she had in mind – we found ways to make it fun, just our shared sense of humour and common interests made most less-than-perfect situations bearable and even hilarious. I’d forgotten how good it was to talk to her and how much she really understands me, even now. I’d forgotten that it’s fun to have someone who likes to pamper herself around – face masks and shopping are a lot more fun with company. It was good to have someone to vent to, to hear, to learn from, to giggle with and to hug. We’ve watched the stars on several nights on my roof, with cups of hot water and stories to tell.

Being nice to my friend when it was hard to came back to me directly this time; it gave our friendship a new intensity and it gave my holiday a fresh, lively edge.

Ok, so bought a homeless aboriginal lady (she looked about 50-60) a fruit and nut bar & juice. She wanted coke but i figured juice would be better and there was nothing else open that early besides the deli, so yeah. She took her time eating the bar, and had to get someone else to open the juice. And, hopefully, that made her day a little easier.