Thursday, October 14, 2004

To enjoy being a bastard

If you know me, you know that I'm rather... blunt. I enjoy being extremely sarcastic. Anyway, it may or may not surprise you to know that there's a lot that I keep to myself. Tonight, I was talking to a friend, and I thought of several things that I could have said that were so cruel that they probably would have brought the grown man to tears. Though I'd never say them—at least, not to that person—I receive great joy in thinking of them. I'n not talking about Photoshopping a picture of the World Trade Center and superimposing the word "OWNED"; these things are so horrible that there are only a couple people I could share them with. I operate under the assumption that this is perfectly normal and healthy: to think of the most cruel, tasteless way to make fun of someone, but then keep it to yourself. I hope that doesn't indicate some serious psychological problem. (I mean, unless it's a funny serious psychological problem.)


Derrick Stolee said...

hahaha... yeah. i do that too. except, i'm not as clever as you, so my disorder isn't quite as funny.

Henry Schimke said...

Yeah, there's nothing wrong with that. Perhaps you should do more Coke,that way you'll stary SAYING those things.

Kerjo said...

Or you could always remember that winking after you say things makes them _perfectly_ okay. :)