I have outlived one of my nemeses.

August 8th, 2014

Someone I hate died today. Probably rather horribly. Possibly by their own hand.

It's funny how people are always saying things like 'forgive and forget'. Well you know what? I don't forgive people for being staggeringly unrepentant shitbags, and I definitely don't forget the horrible things they've done over the years. And it's not just a matter of general dickbaggery, no. This is someone who not only fucked with me, but also fucked with my ability to make a living.

It's been years since I had to deal with this person and her psychotic episodes, so the raw emotion isn't there anymore. I don't immediately start seeing red when I spot her here or there around town, which happened much less once my ass moved out of Nebraska. No, my mindless fury has faded into a sort of low-grade hatred, which while still powerful, isn't always roiling around in my head meat.

And upon hearing that she's no longer amongst the living, I'm sure you're going to give me some platitudes like 'be a better person,' 'let that anger go,' or maybe even 'grow up.' Well you know what? Fuck you. Even with me being horribly petty and being more than a little satisfied that I outlived one of my nemeses, I'm still a better person that she ever could have been.

Even if I do take a horrible steaming dump on her grave, someday. And then wipe my ass on her tombstone for good measure.

Note: Possibly germane to the matter at hand.

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