Mask of Revenge part 3.1
Is it best served hot or cold?
Revenge (also known as vengeance or payback) is a harmful action against a person or group in response to a grievance, be it real or perceived. Although many aspects of revenge resemble justice, revenge is usually depicted as more injurious and punitive as opposed to being harmonious and restorative. Whereas justice implies actions undertaken and supported by a legitimate judicial system grounded upon a foundation of ethics and morals of the majority, revenge implies actions undertaken by an individual or narrowly defined group outside the boundaries of judicial or ethical conduct whose goal is to force a wrongdoer to suffer the same or greater pain than that which was originally inflicted to a party.
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No one is born with such concepts in their mind, it is taught to them by society, family and friends. I soften compare a new born child to a book with unwritten pages waiting to be filled. This is the story of how revenge was written into my pages.
You never feel the need for vengeance unless the action done against you pains you. If no one felt pain either physical or physiological then there is no need for that person to seek vengeance.
For a great part of my life I have felt the need to administer revenge on several different people, and if you had read my previous post you would understand why. But the need and want for vengeance has a starting point and this was my point.
When I was quite young say around twelve, I had been living in the Caribbean with my grandmother for quite some time. I went to school, made very few friends, basically everything that should be normal for a child to some extent.
One of my friends name was Omarie Lawrence, he was around the same age as was and we were good friends, or at list at the time I thought so. Our relationship was strange, I needed is friendship because I had few friends. On the other hand I believed he needed my friendship in other to have a scapegoat.
When I was alone with Omarie we would be like any other two friends, we would laugh, hang out and have fun, but when Omarie and I was in a group, then I become the scapegoat, the joke, the one to be teased and ridiculed. And I guess I took it, for some reason I have always had a lot of patience with humans, hopping that their conscience will eventually kick in. in this case it never did.
It was one afternoon at home after watching the movie she devil, with Roseanne Barr. If you have not seen this movie have a look, it’s a typical 80s movie. Anyway here I was watching this movie and I started identifying myself to the character. A house wife to a successful business man who takes care of the kids, and does everything to make her husband happy. Yet still he finds ways to insult her belittle her until he decides to have an affair. She then sits down writes the five most important things to this man and sets about taking it away from him one at a time. The beauty of it all is that she gets away with it and he is never the wiser.
Well I can tell you that was some inspiration because when omarie decided to use ma as a scapegoat again I sat down and decided to do just that that. My list was different from that of Roseanne it went like this:
1 his friends
2 his girlfriend
3 his popularity
I first started with his popularity; Omarie went to an all boy’s school, the saint Mary’s Academy. I simply thought that if I was to be teased because of my effeminacy I might aswell make it work for me. I took it as a habit to wait for omarie at the front of his school for a week. I used excuses like I am here to see someone else, or just passing on my way home.
The fact of the matter is kids are stupid because they don’t know any better and most adult are not intelligent enough to teach them any better. So for some reason the rumour started that Omarie and I we sleeping together. Well who was I to say otherwise, let him feel what its like to be in my shoes.
That being done I moved on to the next item on the agenda. His girlfriend.
To be continued….
