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Why Karma Is Good/Bad

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What would happen if good and bad karma really existed, we’ll I’m about to explain what would happen. There would be two sides the good side and the bad side. I will now explain them.

We’ll start with the good stuff. First off anyone who did something good will always get something in return. If you simply pick up one lousy pencil for someone anything could happen. You could be walking down a sidewalk and come across a twenty dollar bill lying in the road drainage. Karma also supposedly works like this. The reward will be as great as the deed performed, so if you just picked up a pencil you wouldn’t get anything that great. However if you did something so good the little fairy from Pinocchio comes round and shortens your nose. Then something good will happen. The thing is I can’t explain what would happen because nothing so great has ever happened to me.

There is also a bad side. It would be a not-very-good thing. Say you decide to steal the pencil instead. You might be walking down the road towards Starbucks to buy a cup of coffee, but on the way you trip and fall dropping the twenty dollar bill you were going to use down the drain. Now your probably thinking about what would happen if you did something really bad, like really really bad. I honestly have no clue there more than a million different consequences for a bad action.

As you can see from this post you might want to hope karma exists or you might not. Your choice just make sure you pick wisely.

The Dishes Don’t Do Themselves (Unfortunately)😩

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As we have all found in our lives Harry potter isn’t real, and no… The dishes don’t clean themselves and that job get passed down from the parents to the children, who labor away with the pile of dirty smelly dishes until they sit clean and sparkling on the counter.

The first reason that kids should not do this sort of labor is because it effects our brains. Once after I had finished a load of dishes my legs got all wobbly and I had crumble to the ground. My mom came in and asked me what had happened and I told her the dishes had try to take control of my body and forced dizziness upon me.

My second amazing reason for why children should not do the dishes is because you as a parent are wasting their fun time. They could be running through the forest, but no, they could be playing hide and seek, but no, they could be making money off of your lemonade, but sadly no they are stuck inside cleaning the god forsaken dishes.

One more thing I’m a kid so I’m programmed to dislike doing the dishes, but when I’m older kids and dishes will be my friends.😏

SOS

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I was at the beach lounging around when I saw this bottle float onto the shore. I got off my towel and walked toward the bottle thinking of all the movies where the hero finds some bottle with a letter in it asking for a rescue party to save someone who was deserted on some island that nobody knows about.

This was exciting. I picked up the bottle and sure enough there inside the glass container was a note. I read it aloud so that my brain could process it better. The note said HELP! I AM LOST SOMEWHERE IN THE OCEAN ON AN ISLAND. I AM HIDING IN A CAVE STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE. PLEASE SEND HELP SOON. P.S. THERE ARE STRANGE THINGS HAPPENING THAT I CAN’T EXPLAIN ON THIS ISLAND. JUST PLEASE SEND HELP… PLEASE… WAIT SOMEONES COMING. Then there was a scribble and blood was dripped near the bottom. This was the start of an adventure.

Kidnapped

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If I was to get kidnapped I would prefer to be cast into a mysterious building. Why, well buildings mean civilization and civilization means safety. I would not prefer to be stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere because it would be more difficult to survive. It would be a waste of all the gadgets and equipment mankind has invented over the years. It would be like being on level 2014 of your favorite plat forming video game and then having to restart, all the way back to level 1, and yes you would have a lot of info, but it would be a pain in the butt to have to restart.

Smart Board

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My gut flipped. I stared confused at the kid because of his actions. My brain’s gears turn at the speed of light I yelled at the top of my lungs “STOP!” All heads in the class turned and stared at me confused. I blushed then wondered what I’d done wrong. The boy started to speak. “Don’t worry the marker is supposed to write on the board,” then he picked up the colorful red pen and touched it to the board. He moved his hand leaving a red line behind the marker and quickly answered the math problem stuck to the board by the projected light. All of a sudden my brain slowed down and understood what had happened. The class laughed so loud I bet we disturbed the neighboring one. I laughed to. The teacher ms. Peterson even laughed. I swear I will never forget the day the smart board outsmarted me.