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Karma is one of those words that gets thrown around so casually that it's easy to forget it actually means something. Rooted in ancient Hindu and Buddhist philosophy, karma is the principle that every action (good or bad) sets a chain of cause and effect in motion that will, eventually, find its way back to you. It was never really meant to be a threat or a comfort. It's more of a cosmic accounting system.
The concept has two sides that people tend to forget about in equal measure. Good karma is just as real as the bad kind. The person who goes out of their way to help a stranger and then gets an unexpected call about their dream job a week later. The small, unremarkable moment of decency that somehow echoes forward in ways nobody could have predicted.
But the reason this thread exists, and the reason everyone clicked on it immediately, is mostly because of the other kind. The bad karma. The stories about people who lied, cheated, manipulated, and bulldozed their way through life right up until the moment the universe quietly cleared its throat and said: actually, no.
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Anyway, this one bus was lingering at the stop, and this "brah" was leaning out the window, holding a Big Gulp, and just shouting at the poor kid. "Hey, kike! Go eat a bagel, kike! Oy vey!" All this stupid s**t.
The Jewish kid was blushing furiously and pretending he didn't hear anything, and I felt just terrible. Suddenly, the bus driver must've decided to stop idling, because the bus jerked forward really suddenly, and the brah's Big Gulp popped open, drenching his face and his d****e haircut with beautiful, ice-cold stickiness. The guy swore on top of his lungs and yanked his head back in, and I could hear laughter inside the bus.
The Jewish kid was smiling hugely, and I shared a grin with him and a high-five. It was a good day.
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I said "no"
As a result, he left me on the night shift instead of alternating like I had for the previous year... for the last 3 months of my wife's pregnancy with our second child. This meant that my heavily pregnant wife had to look after our oldest alone for 3 months.
Fast forward a few years and my wife is an HR person at the head office of a Bank when she hears a familiar voice from next door. Afterwards she asks her co-worker "Was that xxxxxx?" (my old boss)
Turns out it was, and he was applying for a VP job. My wife said she smiled, closed the door, and proceeded to tell the HR person a story or two.
He didn't get the job.
What comes around goes around.
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Karma is one of those concepts that gets reduced to a bumper sticker when it has thousands of years of philosophical weight behind it. Rooted in Hindu and Buddhist traditions, it's technically a causal law, not a cosmic vending machine. Every thought, word, and action is a cause, and every experience is its effect, with merit and demerit accumulating quietly until the universe decides it's time to settle up.
What's fascinating is that almost every major philosophical tradition arrived at the same conclusion independently. Plato argued that the unjust always get their reckoning eventually. St. Paul wrote, "whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." The Old Testament warned that punishment could extend to the third and fourth generation. Nobody, it seems, gets away with anything forever.
The Buddhist take adds the most interesting layer. The Buddha argued that the distinction between self and others is essentially an illusion, meaning that harming someone else is, in a very real sense, harming yourself. Every action reverberates outward to the end of time. This is either deeply comforting, mildly terrifying, or just a good reason to think twice before sending that passive-aggressive email.
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Anyway we had one of our quarterly "outings" at her weekend house. It was a huge McMansion, normal enough for a woman who ran a company, but it was in the middle of 100 acres of woods on a ~20 acre fully private lake, with a massive multi-level deck with a built-in grill and hottub overlooking the lake. It was pretty much my dream house. She basically had to party to show us how well she lived.
Anyway it turns out she never got a permit to impound the lake. Some environmentalists found out and since it was a protected stream for some reason or another, she had to stop impounding the water. So now she has that huge house overlooking a mudpit. She let it be known that the house cost something like $3 million, including the landscaping and the lake... I saw it on Zillow for $2.25m and it had been listed for over a year. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving person.
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The most beautiful stewardess I have ever seen comes around telling us chocolate bars/snacks are for sale. I give her a $10 for a snack, but she gives me back change for a $20, not a ten.
I stop her the next time she comes down the aisle and mention she gave me incorrect change and give the rest back. She is elated, saying how honest and kind a person I was. I felt pretty good!
Later, when we arrived in Vancouver, they put up the guests connecting to Victoria at a hotel close by. I was a bit nervous since I was a student, had almost zero money and certainly couldn't afford a hotel room (didn't have a credit card at the time). Thankfully, I wasn't asked to pay for the room, whereas I overheard some other passengers complaining they had to pay.
I can't help but think the stewardess helped me out on that one.
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Fast forward three months: the Journal is having financial difficulties, and writes to my advisor, Very Famous Professor in the Field, asking her to write them a letter of support for their funding body. She politely inquired about their policy towards new academics in the field, quoted my letter to them verbatim, and when she didn't get a satisfactory explanation, basically told them she wasn't going to support anyone who treated young academics that way. It was very heartwarming.
-- to be clear, the paper was probably c**p, and got a much more satisfactory rejection letter from another journal a few months later that at least told me *why* it was c**p.
According to a survey of 2,000 Americans, 84% of people genuinely believe that what goes around comes around. That's not a small margin. That's basically a consensus. And perhaps because of that belief, another 84% say they actively go out of their way to pay it forward whenever possible. The cosmic accounting system, it seems, has a lot of willing participants.
The good karma side of the ledger is surprisingly active. The average American reportedly performs five generous acts per week, totalling 260 random acts of kindness per year. That includes generous tips, helping neighbors, donating to charity, and treating loved ones to something special. 72% of people report feeling better about themselves after helping someone else.
The bad karma numbers are equally telling. Americans attribute bad relationships, lost belongings, and arguments to karmic consequences, suggesting that even people who don't take the philosophy seriously are quietly keeping score.
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Well, ol' girl stopped putting out and didn't pick up after him the way that his wife had. In that yearish my mother's friend had grown somewhat of a backbone. He called her and said he missed her, wanted to know if she still loved him, the works. She acted like she was so enthusiastic that he wanted her back and promised this lavish dinner once he arrived, so he broke up with the girlfriend and gathered all of his things up. When he got there, she was laughing through the locked screen door and then went to the kitchen to make herself a drink and watch him - homeless and single.
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They fired him to cut costs because they figured they could do what he was doing themselves (small company, owner was manager).
Little did they know how much my friend was actually doing. They brought in a contractor who totally screwed everything up and they ended up being way behind before they finished and ended up spending more than a year of my buddys salary just getting things finished. He was like "I could have finished that in an hour. Oh well unemployement is pretty nice.".
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I have always been a huge fan of one particular sports car. So when I finally got a job that could afford me one I bought a new one. I love, love, love that car (still have it). Soon after I got it I joined a car club so we could all share the love of our cars with each other.
I was accepted into the club by most of the members, but there was this one guy who didn't like me or think I should get to have any of the fun. He did everything possible to make me miserable. All because I am a girl. Actually (I think) it was because I was a married woman that had no interest in him, I just wanted to be part of the club.
Of course we were all members of online message boards and bragged about our mods and accomplishments. Everything this guy did to his car was well documented on the internet.
Well this guy ended up blowing his motor due to improperly using NOS and racing the hell out of it.
So this moron removes all his mods, tows his car to the chevy dealership and tries to get a new engine under his warranty. The whole time he is bragging about how he is duping a major dealership in Dallas. were talking $7000. + labor costs for the new engine.
Someone on the message board tips off the dealership (not me, I don't think that fast). They ended up printing out pages of his c**p including pictures of all his mods and him racing and presenting it to him. Warranty denied!
tl;dr be careful what you post on the Internet if you are an a*****e.
There's a long-standing idea that truly good deeds should be done quietly, without an audience, and definitely without a caption. Ancient wisdom and your most insufferable friend would both agree: if you post it, it doesn't count. But research from the University of Rhode Island has some genuinely interesting news on that front.
According to a study, sharing prosocial behaviour online actually increases trust, credibility, and social connection. Turns out the ancient wisdom missed the algorithm entirely. The study created a mock Facebook page and tested how people responded to different types of content. Posts about good deeds consistently produced a measurable boost in social capital.
People were more likely to follow, engage with, and trust someone who shared altruistic actions publicly. And when someone else shared the post on their own account? The effect multiplied even further. This raises a mildly uncomfortable but fascinating question about karma in the social media age.
If posting your good deed makes people trust you more, inspires others to act generously, and spreads the kind of content that social media desperately needs more of, is it really that different from just doing the thing quietly? The researchers seem to think not. The universe, apparently, has a public account now.
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A new guy moves in to the house and the neighbor starts his s**t with the new owners... only he takes it a bit too far... come to find out the new guy is a cop, a major a*****e and takes delight making the lives of others miserable... Oh karma...
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I reached the stoplight at about the same time he did and the light turned red. He decided to follow the car in front of him and gunned it to make it across (still on the horn), right into a police car that was pulling out.
Justice.
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So here's where we've landed. Karma is a philosophical concept that's thousands of years old and backed by every major religion and tradition on earth, supported by modern research, believed in by 84% of Americans, and apparently now optimized for social media engagement.
The universe has been running this system since before recorded history, and it is, by all accounts, still very much operational. The books always balance. The receipts always surface. Nobody, at any point in human history, has successfully gotten away with anything forever.
The stories in this thread are proof of that in the most gloriously specific, deeply human way possible. Some of them are triumphant. Some of them are heartbreaking. Some of them are so perfectly timed that they genuinely make you question whether there's something much bigger quietly running the show behind the scenes.
The bottom line is simple. Be kind when you can. Pay it forward when you're able. Tip generously, help your neighbors, and maybe think twice before you do the thing you're currently considering doing. Not because someone's watching. Not because you want the followers. Just because what goes around comes around. And if this thread has taught us anything, it comes around with impeccable timing.
What is your favorite karmic event you have witnessed? Tell us about it in the comments!
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I started Lexapro last year to battle my anxiety problems. Serves me f*****g right. But I'm humble enough to admit I'm wrong - this s**t is working like a charm.
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Now he's an NSF fellow in a fairly prestigious PhD program, and happily married to his wonderful, sweet (former) girlfriend.
Dude totally deserved it.
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Anyway, I got pregnant with my first baby, and while I was on maternity leave this d*******g would tell anyone who would listen about how I had slept with all of the guys on our program and didn't know who my baby's father was. I had been with my husband for 5 years at that point, and he was obviously the only possible father.
This went on for a while before I was clued into by some friends of mine. I filed my first and only s****l harassment complaint, which of course went nowhere. He got a slap on the wrist, and within a month was back to making my life hell, complaining about how I wasn't doing my job properly, elevating his complaints higher and higher, etc. And the whole time everyone he would complain to would defend me because they knew he was out of line.
It was a little crazy the lengths this guy was going to to destroy me, but finally one day he totally lost his s**t on one of our high level government counterparts. The next day Senior Program Manager D****e was demoted 3 levels and removed from our program. It was the best day ever!
tl;dr-High level d*******g made it his mission to destroy me, but destroyed himself.
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For some reason, my boss at the time had developed a real dislike for me. I suspect that it's because I ran all my tests as carefully and accurately as I possibly could, and never tried to fudge anything in favor of the customer. Maybe that's a self-serving interpretation, I don't know. My methods did make my tests take longer.
Anyway, for several months I had been running tests which involved condensers, which are double-walled glass columns with a water-inlet and outlet. Basically, a flow of cold tap water through the column cools escaping gases and causes condensation. One late Friday afternoon, she came up to lab hood where I was working, and started setting up an extraction to run over the weekend. I noticed she had chosen a particular condenser which had a problem with its water fittings, and I mentioned that I had had problems with the fittings coming loose.
No joke, she said to me in all seriousness, "Tommysmuffins, that is because you are an amateur, and I am a professional."
I kind of shrugged. My feelings were hurt, and I just went home since it was late in the day.
I felt much better when I came in Monday morning and found three inches of water on the floor of the lab, and her trying to frantically clean up before I arrived. Karma struck swiftly and hard that day.
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He doesn't like it one bit and pulls up to my right, both of us going over 60. I look to my right, he's rolled his window down, eyes me down behind sunglasses, and he scrunches his face up to launch a loogie at me.
I wish I had slow-mo video of what happened next - this d****e who must have failed his physics class and common sense attempts to launch his chewing gum and loogie at me and it obviously goes no further than an inch from his face due to how fast we were going. It gets caught in the slipstream and tapers off like it was in the matrix. Beads of spit and his loogie fly back, some of it getting into his own car, back in his face, just beautiful.
I pointed and laughed my a*s off as I took my exit. He was mouthing "f**k you" and it made it even funnier because as he mouthed the "f" he kept drooling on himself and still had part of the loogie trailing on his chin.
tl;dr - Get out of the fast lane where you don't belong - move over to the right - George Carlin.


