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Saturday, January 24, 2009

R is for Retribution

There comes a time in every person's life when they have had enough. Just, plain and simple, "Enough". No ifs. No buts. Just enough. Enough of life. Enough of the nonsense that's handed to them free of charge. Enough of the unsolicited advice. Enough of having to say that they've had enough. There's nothing more to it. End of story.

But then, trust some overly helpful person with the proverbial "ants in their pants" to come up and try and figure out why you feel this way. Visit www.groovyvegetarian.com/2008/01/31/deer-takes-revenge-on-hunter-and-i-love-it for more on this imageThey want to know why you've had enough, what you've had enough of, what was the absolute last straw, how you're going to deal with it and if they're part of the problem. The answer to that last one is a resounding, shout-it-from-the-mountaintop "YES!" Yes, they are part of the problem. But, they're only part of it. And as much as you want them to just get out of your face so that they don't get hurt, you can't take it out on them alone. No. That would be unfair. That would be unjust. That would let all the other parts and pieces of the problem get away scot-free. And you can't let that happen. No. Not this time around.

You begin to think about the kinds of things that you had to go through. The humiliation that you had to face for no reason, no fault of your own. The nonsense, the constant snickering and laughing at you behind your back for really no reason at all, except to see you get all riled up because, well, apparently that's funny.You begin to wonder about why they would do this to you, but you can't ignore the fact that it's happening to you right now. It's in your face, and no matter how much you try to discourage them, they just keeping coming back for more. You clench your fists. You're ready...and you know it.

But, you don't do anything about it. Suddenly, you begin to think about how this isn't your battle, and what it means in the overall bigger picture. How, just maybe, you're not up for it. How, you'd rather take it and not get involved. Oh, there may be many, or just one. But you reassure yourself that you're better than them. You have more going for you than they do. You have the ability to rise above this pettiness. And your clenched fists turn to jelly. You came to the edge and shied away. You were a coward. A chicken! And, as you remind yourself of this sad truth, remember that you know this path to self-torture all too well, a tear makes it's way to the corner of your eye. There's nothing more disgusting than a pathetic loser.

Yes...Oh yes, it so is!Not this time. No! This is the wall that you've been backed up against so many times before. There will never be an end to this madness, this horrendously cruel fate. Not unless you teach them, all of them, a lesson that will never be forgotten. You want it to be such a hard and painful lesson that your name will live on in the history books long after you and your children, and your children's children are gone. It has to be swift and merciless. No wait... It has to long, painful, and should strike fear into the hearts of all who ever hear about it. Your tale of revenge, of utter vengeance, will strike fear in the hearts of people everywhere. Yes. That is how it will be. That is how it should be!

And you start to think about how you want to do it. How you want to deal them their share of pain. How you want to make them feel, exactly, exactly how you felt, and how you want them to have to grovel for forgiveness. No. For their lives! That's it. That's the way to go about it. You want to bleed them dry. You want to drain the life from their veins, one drop at a time. You want to see their souls flicker, like the last moments of a lightbulb, before it goes out for ever. That hope. Watching it disappear, slowly, but surely. And you want to be in control. Hah! You want to be there, right in front of them. Right before they close their eyes for the last time. Just so the last thing that they're going to see is you. So that they will remember, in this life and the next, that you are more powerful than they are. You. You were the one who did this. Holding the power over their lives in your hands, and getting rid of them as easily as you close your palm into a fist. You feel the blood rush to your head. You come alive.

You can't wait to get your hands on them. You want to shout in their faces at the top of your lungs! You want to slash and burn and cause unimaginable carnage. But wait. Remember what they said about taking revenge? What was it? Oh yeah, that's right. Revenge is a dish best served cold. That's it. Cold. Cold and cruel. Absolutely cold-hearted. Like ice. With steely resolve. Yes. That sounds just like it. So what if they're still standing there taunting you? Jeering at you. So what? Who cares? You know you'll get them. If you put your mind to it, you'll get them all. Each one of them. Every last one of these miserable creatures who gave you a hard time. Just because they could. Just because they thought it was funny. Funny? Heh! Well, the joke's on them, eh? Ha...ha...ha... Yeah. It is on them. So they can laugh all they want. But I've got one last funny for them. Let's see them laugh it off. Ha ha ha...HA...HA...HA...HA HA HAAA!!!
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