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I keep running into girls from high school and walk away thinking "I hope she gets hit in the face with a bag of dog shit." For the past few years, I've been pretty conscientious about how much I gossip. I once said something awful about a really nice person... word got around, I really hurt her feelings, and I felt like a real asshole. I
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On your other point, I think about that a lot too and I defer to the lyrics of one of my favorite songs:
stranded
in a life in which your struggle for acceptance
is a never-ending chore
upbraided
for your actions past and present and rewarded for ideas
of the future's bright open door
the henchman
is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward
so what good advice have I got for you
to insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
don't be a henchman!
stand on your laurels
do what no one else does
praise the good of other men for good man's sake
and when everyone else in the world follows your lead
(although a cold day in hell it will surely be)
that's when the entire world shall live in harmony
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