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Whatever happened, I believe there are few who could argue with the idea that there would be expectations on the 70 year old to maintain a sense of maturity as they are more than old enough to know better.

Karma isn’t a magic word used to hex those who you feel have wronged you. The most oversimplified definition is Karma is the idea that the sum of an event or action is greater than its parts.

Of course it’s become westernized and bastardized by those who’ve made no serious study of it. Now it’s become a type of ignorant code word for those who wish misfortune or harm upon others, which is sad.

The writer prides themselves on their ability to read the thoughts of others, possibly without their consent. How else would they have obtained the knowledge that the subject “hates themselves and their life,” that’s not exactly something normally discussed in the commercial setting of a car dealership. But it is a very common psychological projection.

Let’s also note how the writer chooses to distance themself from the subject, they point out cultural and formality differences in dress and demeanor to communicate a sense of superiority over the the subject.

The writer feels that the sense of superiority was not acknowledged by the subject in some manner of disrespect or dis. (The use of the word “dis” is a clear tell by the way, but let’s continue to play along.) It’s unknown if this perceived disrespect could have simply been a misunderstanding of the writer’s cultural differences from the subject.

The writer makes a claim that someone may have turned on a light in the backseat and malevolently refused or forgotten to turn it off. The writer conveys this act of evil could have easily gone unnoticed. The writer states how this would have been a particularly cruel act due to their poor ability to notice things and maneuver while they are in the driver’s seat.

The writer notes that they asked to be treated with respect because they are a customer. Let’s set aside the whole “if you have to ask” concept and directly address the core reason the writer gives of their worthiness of respect is their potential ability to leverage economic power over the subject. We don’t know how the writer came into their economic fortune or what the true global costs of this power was but their age is a big clue.

The writer anonymously notes without signing their name how some people they know are revengeful but too cowardly to do it openly.

Then the 70 year old who feels economically empowered discusses luck and fortune.

The claimed 70 year old then details how they stand up for themselves, making no mention of the need to stand up for others.

The unknown anonymous writer then again reasserts how they fight openly, similar to their thoughts on revengeful cowards earlier in the post.

After detailing their confusion after being perceived as equal or unelevated to the subject and choosing to recognize this as a sign of direct offense or disrespect, the writer claims “people respect me and like me..”

In that phrase the writer again highlights their values of being perceived as respected or liked by others is a key motivation in their behavior. Suggesting that the subject’s true error was a failure to conform with the group that “Likes and respects” the writer.

The writer then closes with a question “Is there really anyone who likes and respects you?”

While the question may have been consciously intended as sarcasm it does indicate that even at the ripe age of 70 positioned in a group where he feels liked and respected the writer still has limits to their own ability to understand the world and has some level of comfort questioning perceived authority.

It’s almost as if the writer feels this is a question they should have asked sooner in their life. As a respected and liked in-group member at the age of 70, it’s more then likely they have achieved and accomplished this feet through a lifetime of hard work and sacrifice. No one but the writer will ever truly know everything they did or didn’t do to maintain their sense of safety of self in alignment with the needs of their in-group. No one will know how many beads of sweat dropped from their brow, no one will know the loves they’ve said goodbye to, the birthdays they’ve missed, the friends they parted from, the bosses they cowtowed too, the dreams they deferred. They may have sacrificed all those things and more on the alter of group dynamics to protect their own social status and the collective social status of the group. And now, having failed to continue to produce benefits for our communities, their group’s own sense of social status is unrecognizable and all they are left with is their money.

And we know exactly how much they have and where they keep it.

How many times do we have to keep teaching you this lesson old man?