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I've come to a realization. There are people in this world who are generally good people, who are nice to most others around them and do good things for the people they care about and occasionally even for people they don't care about. But even nice people need to break out of the mold now and then, to crush a hapless soul for the sake of letting off steam. But if there is such a thing as karma, it doesn't come back to haunt them because the life they crushed was someone who made themselves an easy target anyway, so it's the target's own fault, not the instigator's. They can chew up that target's soul, laugh at its pain, and leave it to rot in the sun with no need to feel guilty, and then they're free to go on and find happiness of their own and have all their dreams come true, and feel at ease because they got all their life's frustrations out on that one target and will never need to destroy anyone else again.
Maybe this little epiphany was brought on by the dream I had last night of two huge, gorgeous stallions ganging up on a tiny newborn foal and literally eating it alive despite its screams of fear and pain. I dunno.
Ok, well, that's that. Time for lunch followed by an afternoon of mindless gaming.
(No, by the way, the above does not involve anyone who actually cares enough to read this blog. Just an observation.)
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 7/20/2009 12:03:00 PM
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