Yes, we all get that “Til It Happens To You” is a moving song by Lady Gaga about victims of rape on college campuses. But, like any piece of pop culture, it can be repositioned to apply to one’s own life. And for those who have surprisingly not been R’d, the track speaks on a more personal level to having lavished in the ability to not work for a time, only to be pulled back into it because capitalism.
And, of course, during your time of freedom, you will have foolishly flaunted it in a way that elicits a karmic balance to shift negatively against your favor thanks to the jealous energies of those who have been watching you “idle,” even though you were just living your damn life.
Once you’re sucked back into the vortex, they’ll all stop attacking you with the lyrics, “You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time/You say I’ll pull myself together, pull it together, you’ll be fine/Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know?/Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know?” Until working happens to you, you don’t know how it feels.