What a weirdly spelled word for such a rewarding feeling.  “He got what was coming to him,” can be said and heard how often after reading the paper or watching the news.  The trial dragged on, we learned names that we’ll forget in a week, we formed an opinion before the trial began and like a sporting match we play it out until that weirdly spelled word is delivered.

I work with employees who can describe in detail, details of nationally-played out trials as though it was the Packers versus the Bears.   They’ll never use that word but the meaning and feelings behind their words is crystal clear.  “Revenge is sweet” is as weak a response as avenging is simply petty.  

How many times in our personal lives do we wish someone we disagree with or dislike would just move away, find a new job, leave us alone or worse of all, die.  “Comeuppance upon them,” we say to ourselves.  “Our world would be so be more enjoyable if only…”  The first two words tell you the problem with that sentence.  We should all carry a gavel around with us since we so often act as the arresting officer, the assistant DA, the jury and most importantly, the judge.  

If you live long enough then you will get your comeuppance.  Those you’ve doomed will die and now either the sweetness settles in or the unease of what your insignificant sentence produced within you.

It’s another stab in our growing self-centered world where the “you” is the focus of everything and everyone.  In our judicial expertise we have deemed that person and that other person other there to be gaveled to comeuppance.  We patiently wait until our justice is rendered and redeemed.  Yet what redemption is found in personal disagreements, lost marriages, misunderstood friendships, or a trial in which we actually know not one person?

But it feels good, this comeuppance stuff.  And feeling good is what matters, isn’t it?