I'm pretty agnostic about things. I mean, you don't know for sure because you can't know for sure, and making it all up via interpolation just to appease one's inherent curiosities about the nature of things is something I find irrational. When one group of people is constantly at odds with another, simply over a religious disagreement (which is usually code for wielding power over the masses), it does nothing more than reinforce my agnostic leanings. To declare there is no supreme/superior being or beings also takes as much of a leap of faith to delcare there is/are. It seems to me that mankind is not meant to be aware of the true inner workings of the universe, and I find comfort in letting the great mystery stand unsolved. Conversely, one can perceive the existence of this world and the suffering it creates, which certainly lends credence to tenets of Paganism and Buddhism.
I don't have a clue why I got dealt the hand I did. I'm guessing my mom had a difficult pregnancy and was given DES by a doctor who didn't know better. Or I was a misogynistic, homophobic abusive douchebag in a past life... Wasting my time pondering this is a futile waste of time that I could have spent writing music or baking cookies.
There are a couple of things I've witnessed that make me wonder about karma, though.
A few years ago, a good friend of mine was killing himself with cocaine. He had just inherited a small fortune and through a sketchy acquaintance, knew a real douchebag of a coke dealer who would apparently cut it increasingly with small amounts of methamphetamine. As my friend deteriorated mentally after staying up for days on end, the meth levels in the blow went up and up, sending him into a deep psychosis. After we staged an intervention and made him crash and dry out for a few days, he decided he needed to relapse and went for another 8 ball. Little did he know that while he was sleeping it off, the coke dealer had decided to go for a late night joy ride on a motorcycle without a helmet and was killed instantly when he hit a tree.
In college I had a roommate that was a football player on steroids and a wanna-be "gangsta". One day he took someone's money for drugs that were never received. All that day he bragged about how easy it was and how bad-ass he was for rolling this guy, and in his moment of d-bag pride, opened the front door and exhaled a bong hit. At that exact moment, two Sheriff's deputies were walking through the apartment complex. They saw him, confiscated the weed, made him destroy the bong and gave him a ticket for possession. The total damages? The exact amount he stole, almost to the penny.
My take, if there is a such thing as bad karma, then drugs are it.