My Karma comes from my last few days at secondary school, we are all around 17/18 years old and have been in the same morning registration class for 6 years every single school day. Everyone seemed to be emotional about it, with most of the girls crying, even a couple of the guys.

The head boy in our year, who was in our registration class, had a surprise, and had hired a bouncy castle just for us! Now I had always been the biggest guy in school, 6 foot tall and around 20 stone (300 lbs to you Yanks) but I was also one of the quietest, and I only went on after most of the other folk had their turn and gone to do something else.

I pluck up some courage because this looked like so much fun, and I start bouncing and bouncing higher and higher, and then this p***k Paul pushes me when I am at my highest and I land on my side on the ground, which was thankfully grass.

I slowly sit up in a little pain, and Paul is laughing his head off and pointing at me, trying to get as much attention so other folk can start laughing at my misfortune. I get up and go back inside and sit there on my own, while I think about how s**t school has always been, nearly on the brink of onions.

Here comes the karma.

The head boy comes in a minute later, and tells me he saw the whole thing and that he knows how to get my own back...

Paul is still bouncing around like a p***k, and I get back on at the furtherest end of the bouncy castle, I get into a bounce which is timed slightly behind Pauls, and then I do the biggest jump I could, curled up into a cannonball and hit the castle floor with all my weight.

Paul ended up bouncing RIGHT OVER the wall of the castle and landing hard on the other side, he was ok though, only his pride was dented, but everyone who saw it was in absolute hysterics. Everyone started to tell the story of Paul flying over the wall of the castle, and classmates who I had never really gotten on with came up to me and told me how awesome it was. It was the only day where I felt accepted at school, just a shame it was one of the last.

My dog hates the vet. He had to stay overnight and I guess he decided that was unacceptable so he broke out and I found him waiting for me on my porch.

Men will act like they are low maintenance, but the truth is they secretly form emotional bonds with hoodies, mugs, and random tools.

That living with the right man feels so warm and safe. Just resting my head on his chest at night knowing that I don't have to worry about anything was the best thing ever. I never experienced healthy love from a man except with this one.

That men will wear the same 'favorite' shirt until it literally falls apart, no matter how many new ones they own.

As a little kid, I remember hearing about imaginary friends for the first time, so I wanted one. Turns out an imaginary friend isn't something you just come up with to fit in with others or for you to conjure up when bored. I just thought I had to fit into standards, my mum wasn't a fan of timmy the balloon boy.

When I was about four, I had an imaginary friend named Chuck. One day I started screaming because I saw my dad run Chuck over with the lawnmower.

About a year later, my brother grabbed some hamburger off the shelf in the supermarket and had me sound out the sticker on the front: GROUND CHUCK.

My brother is ten years older than me. I’m 40now, he’s 50, and he’s still a d**k.