Many moons ago, I was sitting in a basement at a party sharing a bottle of sour apple pucker with a guy who would end up being a good friend for awhile. At the time though, we didn't know each other too well, and we both felt a little uneasy with the other, so we started discussing spiritual view and opinions, and the conversation went from there. Three hours and most of the bottle in, he looks up at me and says "Great. So I'm sitting here drinking with Karma's very own little assasin."
It's sort of fitting for my life path, I guess. When we moved to Maryland 3 years ago, one of my friends nicknamed me Karma - I still don't know why, and all he's ever said when asked is that "it just fits you". Mohegan's Wife (one of my best friends) tells me that I'm a living incarnation of karma.
Hell, I just do what seems right to me. But at least I got a really cool nickname out of it.