Today I happend to come accross an unlocked bike, I decided to steal it and enjoy it. I brought it home and left it in the shared hall of the apartment im staying in. I come home after a night shift to fond the bike beaten up and broken on the street…
God works in mysterious ways, i don’t know…
You’re a fucking bike thief, you asshole. It’s not about what you deserve. You deserve nothing in life, ever, no one does. See, people? This is the harm in religion right here, people that believe in some cosmic equalizer, who think they’ve been good all year and they deserve a little treat at someone else’s expense. You disgust me. Your problem is that you’re a sucker for the Just World Fallacy. You think there’s some god or some supernatural force balancing everything out just because your mind can’t comprehend the fact that the world is unjust, unfair and always will be. All life is like that. There is no justice outside of the law, there is no reason to think there’s any karma and there is no reason to think there’s any god dolling out mysterious rewards and punishments. Your imagination is overriding your ability to reason. If your stolen bike was destroyed, perhaps you live in a shitty area or have shitty neighbors. I know for a fact that your neighbors have at least one shitty neighbor: You.
It’s not karma or god punishing you that explains what happened to that bike, it’s just a coincidence that sucks for whoever actually worked for and loved that bike and who likely freaked out and lost trust in his or her fellow man when he discovered it was missing you scum.
By the way, Stay the fuck out of Philadelphia, man, people like you are spit upon. I don’t even ride and I know if you fuck with someone’s bike you’re ostracized forever.
I found this story, btw, reading -iwilldestroyyou
I can understand your p.o.v. however, I feel there is a balance in life.
E.G. I have Aspergers Syndrome. I’ve had 27 jobs. I flunked college. I have little to no friends. HOWEVER The balance is, that I’ve been given time to workout and once I reach the shape that I want to be in I could possibly do modeling. I’m a funny guy and have been blessed with a terrible up bringing so I could focus on making people laugh at life.
There are people who are really ugly, like this one guy I know Nigel. Curly afro, skinny. GENUIS. His gf’s dad bought him a mac book and an iTouch. He’s an engineer. But he looks like crap.
Well, my friend, I can see how you might think that what you ‘feel’ matters, but it doesn’t. What people ‘feel’ is not demonstrable truth. What you’ve described is the story of someone making the best out of a rough situation. There may or may not be some psychology behind your friend making up for what you say he lacks in looks, but that doesn’t mean he was endowed with brains to make up for some production line mistake. People aren’t recalled vehicles, man. It’s so easy to make believe that there’s a god or a force tucking us all in at night and making sure everything is fair, but look what happens when people think that. They choose their reward and they end up putrid bike thieves.
I can’t even understand what this person’s argument is supposed to be. From here it looks like it goes like this:
1. I know two individuals who have a different distribution of talents and skills and other “lucky” factors in their favor, which sum to about the same amount of total luck.
2. Therefore, everyone gets what they deserve.
Obviously this is a crock of shit.
Anyway, thanks for calling this douchebag out (remembergood, I mean, not chrisharold). I’m glad I recently decided to follow you, ‘cause you’re awesome. (And hooray for Philly! I don’t live there, but I’m in the metro area, and I visit often.)