Revenge

[Luke Morningstar]

What's your opinion on it? We live in an unfair, uncaring universe where karma is a comforting lie. How do you view the desire to even the odds, to be an agent of this concept of karma? Is it immature? Is it good for psychodramatic purposes only? Or would you be willing to find a way to even out those odds in accordance with the logic based theory of fairness?

It's great for thrilling stories. It's terrible for life.

I don't think karma is a comforting lie. It's a complex and misunderstood reality of how there is a cause and effect, and creating harm or reducing suffering have impacts far beyond what I can see. It's no more a lie than Newton's theory of gravity. Incomplete, sure. But what theoretical concept isn't? Just because many Hindus might believe it to be magic, doesn't make it a lie any more than all the people who thought Blair Witch was a documentary made it real. It makes it real enough to feel its power.

It's an understanding of how communicable emotions are. Most of the emotions we feel every day are given to us by complete strangers. Maybe in traffic, or service in a business, coworkers, loved ones, some random person we barely noticed. And we don't notice until they build up and take us over for at least a moment.

I sure as hell don't have it figured out, so I don't see how pretending to be an agent for revenge purposes would help anyone - except give me a sense of power and satisfaction that is ultimately hollow and requires a high price to feed. Those demons are bad news.

 

[ScottySatan]

Right now my targets are set on my boss, and when I hand in my two-weeks notice I am going to make her cry, and make sure the right manager is there (even if I have to plan it with her) because she will tell everyone what I did to her. I'm even going as far as to get her a razor and shaving cream and to suggest she shave her abnormally thick and long post-menopausal face hairs. There will be more, but over the months I have learned what it will take to stab her in the heart, twist, pull out, stab again, twist again, pull out, repeat several times. Her tears will be my muse.

Please give us the dirt after it happens.

 

[desideraht]

My ex screwed Me over and dumped Me without explanation on a whim.

I could pull the most devastating revenge on him if I so desired.

He had an affair with Me. He's married. And, he's in the military. An Officer, to boot. I could Destroy him with the photos that I have. Not only can I prove adultery, but I can prove it in a horrifically humiliating way.

But alas, I refuse to do it. He trusted Me. Even though he betrayed My trust, I don't feel a desire to Destroy him enough to actually do it. The thought does cross My mind often, though... so I often wonder if I should. Some of his stupid friends told him I tried to "expose" him when I posted photos of us together on Facebook (which I later made private so only I can view them), but if I really wanted to screw him, I would have sent photos to one of his superiors, or his wife (who knew about us, and was "ok" with it). I know names. I could wipe the floor with him and he would crash and burn and implode on himself and it would be a glorious wreck. Part of Me wishes to see this... because he left Me destitute and heartbroken, and didn't even bother to speak to Me properly, like I never meant anything to him... What a monster he turned out to be. On the other hand, I know it would backfire. Everyone who mutually knows us would hate Me, and he too, would spite Me more than he already does. He supposedly "fears" Me now... Good. Damn ingrate. But his "fear" is because he can't handle reality or the Truth. He refuses to take responsibility for what he did.

I think My patience will pay off... He blocked Me and cut Me out of his life. We will eventually cross paths again, for I shall never forget him. I think he will still be groveling, because I was a very rare catch. Not many people will be willing to put up with his moods and mental problems like I did. And if he does find such a mate, she will likely be like his then ex-wife: a gold-digging whore who is probably cheating on him, who does not care deeply about his heart or mind, and never speaks to him truly or deeply. I know this to be true because when I tried to get him to face his demons, he reacted with wildly open emotional wounds, proving that no one has ever tried to really reach his troubled heart. When I see his new, unworthy mate, I will quietly laugh in his face. I may be alone from now forward, but I can worship Myself... And him? He will always suffer in silence. The more successful I am, the larger will be his suffering, so I must become immensely powerful, not just to smash him, but to better Myself. I want him to feel crushed beneath the heel of My boot without Me having to do anything to him at all.

There is but a chance in the 7 Hells that he may wish to rekindle with Me. To have friendship, or maybe even something more. I would not initiate this with an open heart. In fact, it would be at My mercy, not his. If he ever so desired to be with Me again, it is with My emotional walls he would contend, which he so valiantly himself built. I act from a place of compassion in all I do, though at times My mental afflictions have led Me to act unwisely. As I grow and better Myself, I make such errors less and less, and I am assured that if I ever were to face this man again as a romantic prospect, it will be from a position of absolute Self-control and Self-preservation. I will never sacrifice My entire being or happiness for another human being ever again. No human understands the true value of such Service to another. No human truly grasps that level of dedication. And he certainly wouldn't; not unless he changes drastically. If he were lost and forlorn, the part of My heart that loved him still lives, and for him will feel empathy and I will show but kindness, as it is through positive relations I will shield My true bitterness and feelings of betrayal towards him. It is only by acting diplomatically may we find some sort of resolution. However, with self-destruction often being his nature, I must be prepared for failure, in which I will smite him heavily and mightily.

In truth, when he left Me I was not at My best. He never really got to see Me at My best. But had he never broken Me, My true potential may have never been revealed. It is through My Destruction that I have faced Rebirth. So while vengeance is sought out deep in My heart, I do owe him thanks. So it is with bitter gratitude.

 

[Saint Frankenstein]

My ex screwed Me over and dumped Me without explanation on a whim.

I could pull the most devastating revenge on him if I so desired.

He had an affair with Me. He's married. And, he's in the military. An Officer, to boot. I could Destroy him with the photos that I have. Not only can I prove adultery, but I can prove it in a horrifically humiliating way.

But alas, I refuse to do it. He trusted Me. Even though he betrayed My trust, I don't feel a desire to Destroy him enough to actually do it. The thought does cross My mind often, though... so I often wonder if I should. Some of his stupid friends told him I tried to "expose" him when I posted photos of us together on Facebook (which I later made private so only I can view them), but if I really wanted to screw him, I would have sent photos to one of his superiors, or his wife (who knew about us, and was "ok" with it). I know names. I could wipe the floor with him and he would crash and burn and implode on himself and it would be a glorious wreck. Part of Me wishes to see this... because he left Me destitute and heartbroken, and didn't even bother to speak to Me properly, like I never meant anything to him... What a monster he turned out to be. On the other hand, I know it would backfire. Everyone who mutually knows us would hate Me, and he too, would spite Me more than he already does. He supposedly "fears" Me now... Good. Damn ingrate. But his "fear" is because he can't handle reality or the Truth. He refuses to take responsibility for what he did.

I think My patience will pay off... He blocked Me and cut Me out of his life. We will eventually cross paths again, for I shall never forget him. I think he will still be groveling, because I was a very rare catch. Not many people will be willing to put up with his moods and mental problems like I did. And if he does find such a mate, she will likely be like his then ex-wife: a gold-digging whore who is probably cheating on him, who does not care deeply about his heart or mind, and never speaks to him truly or deeply. I know this to be true because when I tried to get him to face his demons, he reacted with wildly open emotional wounds, proving that no one has ever tried to really reach his troubled heart. When I see his new, unworthy mate, I will quietly laugh in his face. I may be alone from now forward, but I can worship Myself... And him? He will always suffer in silence. The more successful I am, the larger will be his suffering, so I must become immensely powerful, not just to smash him, but to better Myself. I want him to feel crushed beneath the heel of My boot without Me having to do anything to him at all.

There is but a chance in the 7 Hells that he may wish to rekindle with Me. To have friendship, or maybe even something more. I would not initiate this with an open heart. In fact, it would be at My mercy, not his. If he ever so desired to be with Me again, it is with My emotional walls he would contend, which he so valiantly himself built. I act from a place of compassion in all I do, though at times My mental afflictions have led Me to act unwisely. As I grow and better Myself, I make such errors less and less, and I am assured that if I ever were to face this man again as a romantic prospect, it will be from a position of absolute Self-control and Self-preservation. I will never sacrifice My entire being or happiness for another human being ever again. No human understands the true value of such Service to another. No human truly grasps that level of dedication. And he certainly wouldn't; not unless he changes drastically. If he were lost and forlorn, the part of My heart that loved him still lives, and for him will feel empathy and I will show but kindness, as it is through positive relations I will shield My true bitterness and feelings of betrayal towards him. It is only by acting diplomatically may we find some sort of resolution. However, with self-destruction often being his nature, I must be prepared for failure, in which I will smite him heavily and mightily.

In truth, when he left Me I was not at My best. He never really got to see Me at My best. But had he never broken Me, My true potential may have never been revealed. It is through My Destruction that I have faced Rebirth. So while vengeance is sought out deep in My heart, I do owe him thanks. So it is with bitter gratitude.

I had an affair with a married woman last year, who I ended up dropping. I have plenty of pictures and video that could wreck her life. Lol. But as I see it, she's doing plenty to wreck her down life so I feel the need to add to it. I just cut her out of my life.

 

[nash8]

My ex screwed Me over and dumped Me without explanation on a whim.

I could pull the most devastating revenge on him if I so desired.

He had an affair with Me. He's married. And, he's in the military. An Officer, to boot. I could Destroy him with the photos that I have. Not only can I prove adultery, but I can prove it in a horrifically humiliating way.

But alas, I refuse to do it. He trusted Me. Even though he betrayed My trust, I don't feel a desire to Destroy him enough to actually do it. The thought does cross My mind often, though... so I often wonder if I should. Some of his stupid friends told him I tried to "expose" him when I posted photos of us together on Facebook (which I later made private so only I can view them), but if I really wanted to screw him, I would have sent photos to one of his superiors, or his wife (who knew about us, and was "ok" with it). I know names. I could wipe the floor with him and he would crash and burn and implode on himself and it would be a glorious wreck. Part of Me wishes to see this... because he left Me destitute and heartbroken, and didn't even bother to speak to Me properly, like I never meant anything to him... What a monster he turned out to be. On the other hand, I know it would backfire. Everyone who mutually knows us would hate Me, and he too, would spite Me more than he already does. He supposedly "fears" Me now... Good. Damn ingrate. But his "fear" is because he can't handle reality or the Truth. He refuses to take responsibility for what he did.

I think My patience will pay off... He blocked Me and cut Me out of his life. We will eventually cross paths again, for I shall never forget him. I think he will still be groveling, because I was a very rare catch. Not many people will be willing to put up with his moods and mental problems like I did. And if he does find such a mate, she will likely be like his then ex-wife: a gold-digging whore who is probably cheating on him, who does not care deeply about his heart or mind, and never speaks to him truly or deeply. I know this to be true because when I tried to get him to face his demons, he reacted with wildly open emotional wounds, proving that no one has ever tried to really reach his troubled heart. When I see his new, unworthy mate, I will quietly laugh in his face. I may be alone from now forward, but I can worship Myself... And him? He will always suffer in silence. The more successful I am, the larger will be his suffering, so I must become immensely powerful, not just to smash him, but to better Myself. I want him to feel crushed beneath the heel of My boot without Me having to do anything to him at all.

There is but a chance in the 7 Hells that he may wish to rekindle with Me. To have friendship, or maybe even something more. I would not initiate this with an open heart. In fact, it would be at My mercy, not his. If he ever so desired to be with Me again, it is with My emotional walls he would contend, which he so valiantly himself built. I act from a place of compassion in all I do, though at times My mental afflictions have led Me to act unwisely. As I grow and better Myself, I make such errors less and less, and I am assured that if I ever were to face this man again as a romantic prospect, it will be from a position of absolute Self-control and Self-preservation. I will never sacrifice My entire being or happiness for another human being ever again. No human understands the true value of such Service to another. No human truly grasps that level of dedication. And he certainly wouldn't; not unless he changes drastically. If he were lost and forlorn, the part of My heart that loved him still lives, and for him will feel empathy and I will show but kindness, as it is through positive relations I will shield My true bitterness and feelings of betrayal towards him. It is only by acting diplomatically may we find some sort of resolution. However, with self-destruction often being his nature, I must be prepared for failure, in which I will smite him heavily and mightily.

In truth, when he left Me I was not at My best. He never really got to see Me at My best. But had he never broken Me, My true potential may have never been revealed. It is through My Destruction that I have faced Rebirth. So while vengeance is sought out deep in My heart, I do owe him thanks. So it is with bitter gratitude.

Have you ever tried publishing your writings? I don't normally care for prose too much, nor do I neccesarily care for the genre of your above post, but your words are very elegantly written, and seem to capture my attention nonetheless. The dichotomy of your emotions, how you express them, and the insights into your self and your thoughts is absolutely beautiful. I am by no means a literary critic, but writing that entices me is very rare in any genre, much less ones that I don't particularly care for, and yours did.

The story you presented in a fictional account would be a story that I think many would be interested in reading. I'm not all for the revenge thing, but publishing a "fictional" story that has the potential to make you extremely successful might hold the key to accomplishing all of your goals in one swoop. Just my 02 cents.

 

[desideraht]

Have you ever tried publishing your writings? I don't normally care for prose too much, nor do I neccesarily care for the genre of your above post, but your words are very elegantly written, and seem to capture my attention nonetheless. The dichotomy of your emotions, how you express them, and the insights into your self and your thoughts is absolutely beautiful. I am by no means a literary critic, but writing that entices me is very rare in any genre, much less ones that I don't particularly care for, and yours did.

The story you presented in a fictional account would be a story that I think many would be interested in reading. I'm not all for the revenge thing, but publishing a "fictional" story that has the potential to make you extremely successful might hold the key to accomplishing all of your goals in one swoop. Just my 02 cents.

I have not. I have considered it, however. I get inspiration in short-lived bursts. I have had many people note that they felt I would be a decent author. I may give it a try. Thank you for the kind words... ☥

 

[nash8]

I have not. I have considered it, however. I get inspiration in short-lived bursts. I have had many people note that they felt I would be a decent author. I may give it a try. Thank you for the kind words... ☥

That's the great thing about writing, you can do it in short-lived bursts. Just write when you feel like it and compose all of your bursts into a book of short stories and/or prose "essays".

You are very welcome, and when you became a famous author just remember who inspired you and share the wealth.

 

[desideraht]

That's the great thing about writing, you can do it in short-lived bursts. Just write when you feel like it and compose all of your bursts into a book of short stories and/or prose "essays".

You are very welcome, and when you became a famous author just remember who inspired you and share the wealth.

I will be sure to give credits to Señor Poopypants!