One of the few benefits of getting older is thinking back on your childhood up to your twenties, and remembering the people you knew, teachers and employers and co-workers, who were twenty or thirty years older than you back then, who were mean or abusive to you. And you think: "hah hah asshole, you're probably dead now."
I sometimes sit and reminisce about the many jobs I had when I was younger just so I can think of another nasty person who is probably dead. It's not a very nice thing to admit, but I can't help it.
I sometimes sit and reminisce about the many jobs I had when I was younger just so I can think of another nasty person who is probably dead. It's not a very nice thing to admit, but I can't help it.
It's said that living well is the best revenge, but in some ways, just living is the best revenge.