How long did it take you to cool down? I don’t mean how long did it take you to stop being angry or hurt, I mean how long did it take you to stop visualizing impaling the other persons head on a spike at the entrance to their home town with a sign around the neck (or at least where it used to be) saying “CHEATING BASTARDS BEWARE”
Of course I haven’t done this, I mean do you know how hard it is to find a medieval spike nowadays? The local DIY stores don’t sell them and I’ll be damned if I can find one on Ebay but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it to happen, I still after all this time, hate someone who I do not even know with such a furious rage that it takes every ounce of remaining humanity to stop myself from driving to his house and dragging him into the street with a meat hook impaled into his scrotum. It takes every last effort not to post things over his facebook page or his twitter account (both of which were easily hacked) and it takes the restraint of an alcoholic in a brewery not to go and talk to his wife, who indecently works down the road and is (i think) oblivious to her husband’s antics.
Now before you all start telling me it is not possible to hate someone you don’t know you can stop, and while many of you are out there thinking well what about your wife? Do you want to do the same to her? Let me tell you that at times I do, but I have loved her my entire adult life and whilst that love doesn’t seem to be there right now to call upon I would never wish any harm on her or for her to be hurt in any way, I have said in previous posts that I would hand her over to another man and wish her happiness in doing so if that is what she wanted but it doesn’t mean I have to like the idea and it certainly does nothing to dilute the pure hatred of the other man, even the temptation of writing his name is almost beyond my ability to control.
So as you use I haven’t cooled down, sure on the outside nobody would ever know and I can smile at people as if they are the only one in the world who matter but below the surface, beneath the skin and bone which supposedly protects our soul I am burning with the desire to make him pay, to see him on his knees in a pitiful sorry state, I want to see his wife leave him, his children hate him and one day on a cold winters night I want to see him buried in deserted service where one day a car park will be built with the toilets directly above his head so the world can piss on him for ever more.
and so, to the messenger who didn’t want to identify themselves suggesting that we should love everyone regardless to their actions, this particular little post goes out to you. (With love of course)