To say that I can be vindictive would be like saying that Edmond Dantes had a slight bone to pick with the people that wronged him in The Count of Monte Cristo. It is not something that I am proud of and if I were to blame anything, it would be my choice of literature and film. I was always drawn to stories of revenge, where the oppressed protagonist exacts what he sees as justice. That is not to say that I enjoy brutalizing my antagonists(at least not physically), but there is just something that is satisfying about seeing someone who thought they were untouchable, no matter what amount of harm they caused others, get what was coming to them.
This is a flaw of mine, but who can really say that they have never imagined bad things happening to those who hurt them. I think that it appeals to our baser natures, something that the self-righteous chose to ignore or refuse to admit that it exists. It is a primal need, as deeply ingrained as food or water and it takes an effort of will to deny them. And since I would rather not spend time in jail due to eating someone's kidneys in an act of revenge, I've had to be a little more creative.
When it comes down to it, revenge is pretty bad for your health. You think that it will makes things better or make things right, but it doesn't satisfy you in the end. But here is the problem. Try telling someone while smoking about how bad cigarettes are for them and see if you get a positive response. Knowing that something is bad for you is one thing and actually stopping is another. Lately, I've been trying to be a more positive person and trying to not stew over the things people do to wrong me, and I would definitely say that the process is akin to quitting cigarettes after being a chain smoker for years.
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