I’m a Vindictive Bastard
So there’s this rather large group of people I dislike. I got word that they were having a party, and decided to try to mess with them. I proceeded to schedule my own party for 2 hours before theirs, charge nothing (they were charging people) and offer videos to watch on my big screen TV. I also announced this party before their announcement got into the public, just to get another leg to stand on over them.
I even managed to get my apartment cleaned and looking nice, which is a rarity. I also got my tax return the week of the party so I was able to buy a ton of food. It actually seemed somewhat professional. Even though I was going to be out a good chunk of change from everything, money doesn’t matter when your trying to get revenge.
Then the day of the party, with my gf over the apartment to help me take care of everything going on, something strange happened. No one showed. Not a single soul. Mostly because I forgot that 90% of the people who know me consider me a huge asshole. And plus I guess some people might have thought I was purposely holding the party to screw over the other people.
To make things even funnier, or worse, my girlfriend kind of realized I was a huge asshole that weekend too and broke up with me the following week. So yea, not only was I out the money I had spent on the party, and the girlfriend, but I had gotten no revenge whatsoever on the people I was trying to screw over.
And yet in a continuing theme of my life, I probably would do it all over again if given a second chance. Revenge is one of those things that are so delicious, even when it blows up in your face it’s worth taking a shot. Not enough people take chances in this world. It is better to flame out then slowly pass into the darkness. When the chance is there, you gotta grab it by the neck and run with it.
