Three Witches... er, Wishes
A friend called me last night to chat and asked if I'd heard about my ex. I tried to control the cringing in my ears while she updated me on his latest depraved behavior... let's just say it simultaneously induced vomit and pity and self-loathing (I know how to pick 'em!). At the end, she asked me if I was upset. I think she mistook my nausea-induced silence as anger. I said, "No. I've already sent my wishes for him out into the universe." She asked me what on earth I was talking about, and I told her: When someone is on my sh*t list, they don't get death threats or wishes of dismemberment or horrible nobody-saw-the-car-barreling-toward-him accidents. No, I simply wish the Three Bs upon them:
1. Bald.
2. Bankrupt.
3. Brokenhearted.
It's the absolute worse I can wish upon another individual. Maybe that makes me an evil person; maybe I'm just human, and as humans we have a tendency to sometimes let our inner demons take control of our otherwise kind and rational brains. Which leads me to suspect some of you have done the same.
