I feel like sometimes I get too serious here, and sometimes I may not show all the facets of who I really am. I am one of those types that has so many different sides that every day with me is a new adventure, just ask my parents and my fiancé. And it's not that I am two-faced or untrue, it's just that I am a very complex person. My last post was about taking the high road in situations when dealing with a bully, and I am not contradicting that at all. I am going to focus on another aspect of me though, my mischievous side.
There is this person in my life who is making it pretty much miserable, and unfortunately I am stuck with them. Much like the person in my last post, but a different person. This person is making my life miserable through a complete and total lack of competence and common sense. It is to the point where most days the thought of homicide crosses my mind only to be replaced by the realization that I love my nice fluffy bed too much.
Now, normally and up until recently, I would be as patient as possible on the outside and only suffer silently on the inside while venting to others not related to the situation. This worked for several months, until one fateful day. This person in question decided to do the unthinkable, they said something so offensively stupid that I just couldn't let it go. Sorry, I am only human after all. So what could they have possibly said?
Well, to make a very long story as short as possible. A grown-up version of show and tell took place concerning holiday traditions. A discussion between myself and another was taking place about Wicca, and this moron decides to ask "So, ds you sacrifice animals?". I think my eyebrows peeled off my face and hit the ceiling. My reply, a classic if I do say so myself, was "No, and we don't sacrifice babies either." Apparently this freaked them out even more. Perfect!
I began to notice that they were starting to keep their distance now. And the "Witch is In/Out" sign I had kept up since Halloween was no longer a topic of conversation. Muwhahaha. Time to have some fun. I began to repay all the times they had quietly walked up behind me and scared the crap out of me. Apparently, the subject startles easily. I bought a magnet of the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz for my file cabinet. That bought me a whole lot of space and we have now resorted to email only communication unless forced otherwise. I am highly amused by this.
Of course when I reported this to my therapist he said there is a word for it, shadenfreude. It is a German word that translates to harm-joy. It means that you derive pleasure from someone else's misfortune. Problem is, I can never remember the blasted thing. I even had to Google it for this post. But I like that there is a word for it.
Is it probably wrong for me to be this happy over this person being so freaked out by me? Probably. Still isn't going to stop it from happening. Not sorry, I have put up with too much of their BS and cleaned up too many of their messes to be sorry. So, until that changes I say shadenfreude on!