Tuesday, March 31, 2015
"The Chinese Curse"
There are three parts to The Chinese Curse. It was the third one I was reminded of today. I have a strange head, a Japanese Daruma Doll, in my office that was given to me by a friend.
"You don't know what this is?" he asked. He took a Sharpee and colored in one of the eyes. "Make a wish," he said, and I did. It was the only thing I wanted, I thought. "When your wish comes true, you can color in the other eye."
"May your wishes come true." That's the third part of The Chinese Curse. I'd forgotten that I used to wish that for a friend of mine who wanted a girl I knew so much he practically cried over her. I knew she was bad.
"Oh, please, dear God, let him have her. Let him have this thing he wants."
I was a bitter friend, I guess. I just wanted to watch the circus.
In a few months, the strange head had two darkened eyes. Yesterday one of the workers in the factory asked me, "What's that?"
I had forgotten about it until then. "Oh," I said, "that's just part of the old Chinese Curse."
"Oh," he said, and looked confused.
"You know what they say? Be careful what you wish for."
"Oh, yes, sure, sure." That, I found, was a pretty good way of getting someone out of the office.
There are many versions of the curse, of course. The Gypsy's say, "May you find a lap that fits you."
I know another fellow who has The Gypsy's Curse now. Bad. Real bad. What hoo-doo will remove it?
Only Buddhism, I think, tells you that to avoid pain you must put an end desire. I had done that for so, so long. What awakens the Sleeping Dragon? My friend has a long and awful way to go before he comes to that dilemma again.
I wonder if it is bad luck to burn a Daruma Doll? I'll have to ask a shaman.
Where do I find a shaman? I guess I'll try Yelp! and see.