A revelation?
Okay. It’s after midnight and I’ve had a glass or more of wine. I went over to a friend’s house and watched The Wire and started thinking.
There’s an old joke that a conservative is a liberal who’s been mugged and I think that may be true. A friend on here asked me how it is that I hadn’t been having revenge fantasies and I honestly said I had not. And I’m still not. But I have been thinking about that and what I should be thinking and what I should be wanting and (after a drink or two) I think maybe that guy has lost the right to make me think about what HE needs at all. Does he have PTSD? Did he have a bad childhood? Could be. I don’t know but I’m pretty sure he attacked an 80 year old man and his 76 year old wife and tortured them for a half hour. So, maybe even if I care about his needs, the primary issue should be that he not do it ever ever ever again. I’d happily pay for his counseling but first and foremost he needs to be gone. If I let the wine talk I would just say fuck him. Excuse my language but, fuck him. I’m still sorry for his Mom, but fuck him.
This may be the long awaited revelation. It’s been in the shadows the whole time, but now I don’t think it makes me a bad person to express it. Perhaps I’ll spend a little more time in purgatory, but I am not a saint by any measure. I truly hope he gets better. But I can honestly think that and still think fuck him. This does not seem mutually exclusive to me at this moment.
I’m still thinking it over though. And I must say, some of you all’s comments have been very thought inducing. You probably know who you are. This is good.
There’s an old joke that a conservative is a liberal who’s been mugged and I think that may be true. A friend on here asked me how it is that I hadn’t been having revenge fantasies and I honestly said I had not. And I’m still not. But I have been thinking about that and what I should be thinking and what I should be wanting and (after a drink or two) I think maybe that guy has lost the right to make me think about what HE needs at all. Does he have PTSD? Did he have a bad childhood? Could be. I don’t know but I’m pretty sure he attacked an 80 year old man and his 76 year old wife and tortured them for a half hour. So, maybe even if I care about his needs, the primary issue should be that he not do it ever ever ever again. I’d happily pay for his counseling but first and foremost he needs to be gone. If I let the wine talk I would just say fuck him. Excuse my language but, fuck him. I’m still sorry for his Mom, but fuck him.
This may be the long awaited revelation. It’s been in the shadows the whole time, but now I don’t think it makes me a bad person to express it. Perhaps I’ll spend a little more time in purgatory, but I am not a saint by any measure. I truly hope he gets better. But I can honestly think that and still think fuck him. This does not seem mutually exclusive to me at this moment.
I’m still thinking it over though. And I must say, some of you all’s comments have been very thought inducing. You probably know who you are. This is good.