Every once in a while, the good guys win. Justice prevails. You get to fill your lungs without feeling that pinch from that thorn in your side. Every once in a while.
I’m not one to tolerate excuses, so I won’t give any but I did have a thorn (or two) in my side. Petty, little selfish thorns that grated my inner peace like someone chewing meat with their mouth open.
One of them got taken care of – for now. I’m inwardly dancing with joy; enough to write this post, anyway. Life can be encouraging when you finally see a mother-fucker get her just desserts.
Deep down, I know that everything gets washed out in the end so why did I let these “miserables” get under my skin? Well, the answer is, because it takes so damn long before the rinse cycle drains. It’s always just about when I’m ready to lose faith, the wench gets dealt the hand she’s been giving.
I kinda have to smile. From ear to ear. Okay, I do a little dance and maybe shout it from the rooftops. Or at least Tweet something. I shouldn’t gloat, but it’s only for a little while. There are plenty of wretched people who are going to take their place and it’s just a matter of time. And believe it or not, it makes me less hateful because I can’t believe they are so miserable to occupy their energy to pick a fight with the likes of me.
There once was this woman who was messing with the first guy I was serious with. She used to prank call me at three in the morning. Seriously – that takes discipline. I don’t get up at three in the morning for anything. Except to let out some gas. Anyway, when she finally got him all to herself, she inherited all his debts, too. He filed for bankruptcy shortly thereafter. How do you like him now?
That says something about me, too but I assure you, that was the last time I got caught with the dregs of society. I’ve learned my lesson and learned how to ignore their trap. They can spin their contemptible webs all they want, I won’t set a foot near their little games. And look at me now – I married a tattooed bass player!
As I say goodbye to one nemesis, another has already taken her place. Is it New York or is it me? This mother tells her five-year old son to beat up Samu and then threatens to call the cops when Samu pushes him back. I’d like to see the cops reaction when they see the perpetrator is a troll. The mother screams hysterically at me and I all I can do is stare at her. Wait for the rinse cycle. Every once in a while.