Today as I was exiting the metro, I hit a kid with the door. The kid went out another door and her mom after her. When I push open my door, the kid has moved in the way of the door I was opening. The poor kid was crying. I apologized but her mom probably hates me. BLAH.

It was rush hour, the door opens and closes a lot, the kid moved into the way of the door, I’m not expecting something small to be in front of the door, etc, etc, but I still hit a poor kid with a metal door.

I believe in karma. Something very, very bad is going to happen to me soon. I’m trying not to invite it, but I was raised catholic. Guilt just attracts punishment.