Ever wondered how the rants people put up here are fantastically unidimensional. There's one voice to a story. There's a singular narrative. The other is bad and I am the victim. Since I am a victim, I indulged in stupid things like setting the other's house on fire. But but but, in my defense, bear in mind, I am the victim here. I pushed him out of the house and cut his trousers. But I had to, because the other person lied to me. I sometimes think people singularly focus on how the world is out there to get them. If you're angry with the world, that is because you're angry with yourself. Every thought about the outside world reflects the state of our inner world. So many people disappoint me because I'm inherently disappointed with myself. And yet, people rant about having too much sex or too little sex. The boyfriend smothering her to ignoring her. Too much concern to too little concern. The beauty is a set of like minded people get together and validate each other's fucked up actions. I have news for you. The real revenge is not a violent deed. The real revenge is complete apathy. When you don't give the power to make you miserable, that is when you truly succeed.