Hello,
I must confess. It's been bothering me for a while now but I've seen a few people get their comeuppance lately and not so much as smirked. Gloating is a big part of my life what if I don't get my gloat back? I don't want to be all forgiving and nice. I am an Aries, we're martial, rapists, loons and revenge hounds.
It's a bit like our office bully by the time we all turned the tables on her I felt rather sorry for her. It's clearly important for her to feel she's in charge, she isn't but who am I to ruin her daydreams?
I once had a tom cat that underwent a similar change after a visit to the vets. One day he was out fighting the next day he emerged from a box looking puzzled. He ate nothing but scrambled eggs and raw mince for a week then became a big, ginger jessie, though he stunned us in his later years by taking on 'Barrage' a rather aggressive feral cat. I haven't been to the vets though. Mr Clairwil reckons it's a sign of impending old age. Well he'd know. He's such a lightweight, always feeling sorry for people.
It's a worry.
Cheerio
Forgot to mention, this is the best soup in the world.
8 comments:
Empathy - it's a bastard, it really is. As we get older, some of us seem to develop it more and it just gets harder to laugh at prats & arseholes. I think that as we age, we've been in too many of those situations ourselves and so relate more.
I get nostalgic for the days when I could laugh at someone slipping on a banana skin - now I just feel their pain.
Pah. Who'd turn 40?
mmm soup, can't beat soup. well you can't, it goes everywhere.
you shouldt take yer petds to that vet again he obviosuly fiddled with him, anyways you reckon ifyou choped a mans knackers off there'd be no wars? noo i dont fuckni think so, thered be no realse. itd be worse wouldnt it, poor sods exploding like sperm bombs in the streets., I didn't write this anyway, you did, who's getting their comeuppants then eh? was that stupid bitch you were arguing with befoer? is it korea, is the vet? you should argue more, you get more comments - thats a life lesson that love, life lesson.
Hmmm, we'll see if Blogger will let me comment, it's lost all of my comments from the previous posts, the bugger.
I have gotten worse as I age, not better. I think that comes from seeing more of life, and realizing that a good many people are arseholes. I was damned evil when I was younger, mind you, but now I'm just beyond the pale. I don't have the patience and I can't be arsed. I am a big fan of zero tolerance and disproportionate response. Just ask my ex-husband. Surprisingly, I'm not to big on the gloating anymore. The smiting and blasting is just what's required to get the job done, and have arseholes take up less of my time.
I think you'll find it's Covent Garden's very own Carrot and Coriander soup. I will fight you all the way over this.
Fat Sparrow,
The day after I wrote this I witnessed one of my hated work colleagues do something so stupid, wrong and mind bogglingly idiotic I got my gloat back.
Kieran,
You are quite wrong. I am willing to fight to the death over this.
The Tuscan Chickpea gets my vote.
SOUP WAR!!!
Yay, Clairwil! Get your gloat on for me, too.
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