Electric Moron Revisited

Well, today I had a nasty shock when I was about to buy some zinc, vitamin c, kettle chips and bottled water this morning, my debit card declined the transaction. At first I was puzzled and then I figured out that it must have been because of yet another direct debit dishonour from the previously mentioned ridiculous electric bill which I was mostly not responsible for.

At first I was fuming. The moron responsible for this outrageous electric bill has repeatedly confessed many crimes, one in particular from some time ago which was a participation in an incident of homicide (disposing of bloodied clothes), and several other things of which some I was unlucky enough to be present to witness... it would be very easy for me to get revenge for all the wrongs I suffered but I thought a little longer and decided not to do anything.

I thought it through quite a bit. Why was it that he was, on one hand, confessing to me, and on the other, suspecting me of everything that went wrong, things like important identification documents and my keeping an eye on dangerous folk his guest brought to the house, a theft of a number of his trichocereus cactii (aka san pedro) and various other minor things. I felt like I was always walking on eggshells, or perhaps more accurately broken pieces of lightbulbs...

And when I put the two things together and realise that his unconscious intent was to lure me into a situation where he could cast his violent self-hatred onto someone else by sending the gangsters he talked about so much as being bad people to break my legs or worse, hurt someone close to me.

So that is that, I cast off any desire for retribution, I will put my faith in the obvious idea that evil does evil to itself and let fate take care of it. I am blameless except in my foolish permitting of another to abuse my trust because of my desperation for medication. I have learned my lesson and the lesson is that the people who abuse and leech should be given wide berth because they repay all kindness and communion with poison. The good people come when the bad people no longer are welcome.