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Saw this a few weeks ago and it’s been on my mind ever since.
It’s true, you know.
You remember the old cartoons where there is the good angel and the bad devil sitting on the protagonist’s shoulders, egging him on towards their own individual causes? Yeah, it’s like that. But sometimes, it feels a lot worse.
It made me think, sometimes, of how terrifyingly manical and evil I can be. Perhaps I’m feeding the wrong wolf.
Sometimes, I keep these thoughts to myself. The thoughts that literally make me go “WTF?!?” and at the same time, brings me a certain weird, inner peace thing. I’m pretty sure it’s not inner peace when I think of how I want to sink my teeth into flesh or how I wonder what its like to completely, mentally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally destroy someone, like in The Count of Monte Cristo. Whoever wrote that book had certain scores to settle with more than a few people.
But these thoughts aren’t allowed, are they? It seems sacrilegious to say the words, to proclaim it.
Had a chat a few weeks ago with the Sociologist and the revelry that I seemed to enjoy out of deploying pure revenge is at times…a bit scary. Huh.
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On a completely different note, I ran for my life (literally) yesterday when I woke up wayy too early, ingested a banana and too much Pocari Sweat and water and limped my way around yesterday like a crab. No offence to crabs.
But did a crab complete 18 kilometres of pavement running? Oh, heck yeah. Probably the greatest physical achievement in my life so far and all I have got for it is a finisher’s medal, a nice microfibre face towel, and a sore as fsck Achilles tendon.
The Girlfriend is such a dear to have put up with my constant ouch-ing and moaning as she stretched and knuckled my calves. Apart from that, I noticed that if I just do not stop, I might have finished a half marathon. Huh. After 18km, it’s purely a mental game. Right?
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Things are going to get interesting. Let’s see how things turn out.
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