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Might as well throw in a gift basket with it...
The email had a subject line of "To those with hearts". I find it absolutely hilarious that they even considered sending that to me, and I am impressed with their bravery to actually send it to me. Although I find it semi - insulting. I mean, I've been working in that company for more than a year and they still don't know me.
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The thing is, I have been putting major restraints in myself. Don't get me wrong, just because I'm not acting on it, doesn't mean I'm not thinking it. I have scenarios in my head that would put Ted Bundy to eternal shame. It also doesn't mean I can't do it, trust me, give me a letter opener and a stapler, I can be Picasso with a razor.
Truth is, I don't want to do it. They are so deserving, oh god, are they so deserving. Their hypocrisy oozes from their pores like slime from a slug, but I think it's just not worth it. If and when I do retaliate, it wouldn't be retribution. It would be a waste of time and effort. Plus the dry cleaning bills would be a bitch.
I watch them mulling about, going on about their lives, and it's almost funny that they don't have any concept of what evil is. Evil for them is getting stuck in traffic in Makati when they have a meeting in Alabang in 10 minutes. Evil for them is getting kalamansi juice on their paper cut. Supreme Evil for them is a maxed out credit card when there's a huge sale in Mango. Evil for them is the snags of daily life. It's laughable.
Let me tell you what real evil is - the kind I had to go through; the kind that molded me:
Evil is seeing your aunt battered, bruised and bleeding after she escaped a psycho rapist who drove her to the middle of fucking nowhere. Evil is having a great uncle point a gun on your head because he thought you were influencing his daughter to be sluts when it's the exact opposite. Evil is suffering through starvation because your multi millionaire grand-aunt won't give you any money because she thinks you can stand a little suffering. Evil is dealing with the aftermath of an asshole who thought it was cool to force you into sex and then threaten to kill you if and when you told. Supreme evil is having aforementioned asshole beaten half to death and making sure he'll walk funny for the rest of his life while you contemplate on pulling the fucking trigger on the Glock that's positioned on his bloody temple. Evil for me is my daily life.
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They have no idea how lucky they are. Everyday, they don't know how close they are to living the last day of their lives. Kinda makes me feel god like. I get to choose when and where to torture them.
It is a comfort then, that they don't know who I really am.
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The thing is, I have been putting major restraints in myself. Don't get me wrong, just because I'm not acting on it, doesn't mean I'm not thinking it. I have scenarios in my head that would put Ted Bundy to eternal shame. It also doesn't mean I can't do it, trust me, give me a letter opener and a stapler, I can be Picasso with a razor.
Truth is, I don't want to do it. They are so deserving, oh god, are they so deserving. Their hypocrisy oozes from their pores like slime from a slug, but I think it's just not worth it. If and when I do retaliate, it wouldn't be retribution. It would be a waste of time and effort. Plus the dry cleaning bills would be a bitch.
I watch them mulling about, going on about their lives, and it's almost funny that they don't have any concept of what evil is. Evil for them is getting stuck in traffic in Makati when they have a meeting in Alabang in 10 minutes. Evil for them is getting kalamansi juice on their paper cut. Supreme Evil for them is a maxed out credit card when there's a huge sale in Mango. Evil for them is the snags of daily life. It's laughable.
Let me tell you what real evil is - the kind I had to go through; the kind that molded me:
Evil is seeing your aunt battered, bruised and bleeding after she escaped a psycho rapist who drove her to the middle of fucking nowhere. Evil is having a great uncle point a gun on your head because he thought you were influencing his daughter to be sluts when it's the exact opposite. Evil is suffering through starvation because your multi millionaire grand-aunt won't give you any money because she thinks you can stand a little suffering. Evil is dealing with the aftermath of an asshole who thought it was cool to force you into sex and then threaten to kill you if and when you told. Supreme evil is having aforementioned asshole beaten half to death and making sure he'll walk funny for the rest of his life while you contemplate on pulling the fucking trigger on the Glock that's positioned on his bloody temple. Evil for me is my daily life.
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They have no idea how lucky they are. Everyday, they don't know how close they are to living the last day of their lives. Kinda makes me feel god like. I get to choose when and where to torture them.
It is a comfort then, that they don't know who I really am.
