duszek wrote:
When I hotly hate someone (because he said something to hurt me for instance) then my first reaction is to get even with this person. The question is how ?
My first love was a rough one...he was very, well, let's say eccentric. He was much older than I and knew what he wanted in life...which was the exact opposite of what I wanted...figures...would god have it any other way? lol
Anyway, he always gave me yellow, pink, white roses....basically any color other than red. Being a spoiled young woman, who was embarrassed in front of her friends when yellow roses were delivered (being that yellow roses mean "friendship"...or so the story goes). I complained to him and asked him why he never sent red. He explained that he only sends red roses to girls he is breaking up with.
Uh...okay...
So...as fate would have it...a way down the road when I realized I loved him but could not see a future in us...I had to break up with him, because he never wanted to have a family and that is all I wanted. It was the hardest thing I ever have done...I cried for weeks....actually more like months...years maybe...long story...lol.
Anyway, one day...a few weeks into the break up...I went to the door and a delivery man was standing there with red roses. All I could do was see red....literally and figuratively! I mean I was PISSSSSSSED OFFFF! How dare him break up with me when I had already broken up with him! I'm here crying my f'n eyes out and then this shit! Insult to injury! He'll rue the day!
All I could think of was revenge!
But then again...the roses were soooo beautiful...sadly I couldn't bring myself to enjoy them. I had to get rid of them!
Just then, I remembered a old folks home around the corner and figured they might enjoy them...so I got in my car and delivered the beautiful roses to their front desk.
As I turned to leave, the girl behind the desk asked me who she could send the thank you card to....
An evil smile came over my face as I turned sweetly and said,
"You can send the thank you card to Mr. Bob Agnew at ..."
Well, that did make me feel a whole lot better at the time!
Years later, I met up with old Bob by chance encounter and we started to reminisce fondly as neither of us was mad anymore. He smiled and said,
"Classy move sending my flowers to the old folks home."
I laughed, "Well, you shouldn't have sent red roses to break up with me after I had already broken up with you!"
He looked at me very seriously and said, "I didn't send the roses to break up with you, my dear. I sent them to show you I could change."
Moral of the story. Sometimes we do people a great injustice because we feel they have hurt us when they did not.
I was the shit heel in this case and it taught me a valuable lesson on hating...which is.... what's the point? Even if it is justified, what benefit to we really get from it...as sooner or later we are over it anyway? And if it isn't justified, that means we are the ones deserving of their revenge, because we are the one's who have wronged them.
Isn't it easier and more practical to just let bygones be bygones?