“You need a lot of growing up to do”,
he said, looking straight into her eyes; as if looking to scorch their insides.
“Do you get that?”
“Yeah…I’m really sorry this got to you. It shouldn’t…” came the timid reply.
“You’re right, it shouldn’t have gotten to me, but it did.”
Walking hastily through the corridors of my workplace late the other morning, I happened to eavesdrop to a bit of this conversation.
Imagine my shock when I turned the corner and was able to put the faces to the voices.
There she was, *Carol, leaning against the wall with her head bent, like a cornered cockroach ready to creep into the nearest crack and hide.
What I would have done to capture that moment and replay it anytime she walked past me!
I recented her dearly, that’s why.
She had been a bitch to me since the very first day I had walked through the office doors as a newbie.
She was swift to comment about my poorly, or shitty, as she called it, done script.
Always the first to whisper God knows what to a fellow collegue when I passed by and an erruption of giggles would ensue.
A lot of other petty things too I would rather have you guess.
But at that moment I basked in the glorious joy of her misery. I was totally happy.
Maybe because the guy doing the chiding wasn’t particularly bad-looking, or simply because I am evil like that.
They’re the kind that bring you a conciderable amount of joy and satisfaction, but also those you’d renounce in a heart beat if anyone as much as associated you with them.
Like while manually removing nail polish with your nails because one of your ten polished nails is chipped, and you get a deep satisfaction from removing a huge peel off with one scratch…it’s just an out of this world feeling.
We often like to judge our level of success compared to that of our friends and peers.
I know I do.
You’ll agree with me, in your heart if not literally, that it doesn’t hurt to find out that the high school bully who made sure you had no social life in school is currently in a contest for the world’s greatest loser. The years did them no good.
It’s a wide range this one. Full of all sorts of weird behaviors, acts or indulges.
Things we really shouldn’t enjoy, but enjoy them anyway.
Dancing in nothing but your underwear to Justin beiber’s never say never?
Or is it your filthiest, most psychotic erotic fantasy? The one that’s either too dark, too dirty, or too illegal to mention?
Everyone has one.