They say revenge is a dish best served cold. When it seeps through your veins, fueled with anger, there's very little reasoning that can sway you from something you may very well regret later. It's like a freight train that has been pushed to its max, that's impossible to slow down without given fair warning. Once that mark is hit--that's it!
At first, it's all thoughts, no action. You can visualize what you want to do, from beginning to end. All you need is that push. Something said too loudly. A word too filled with disrespect. A wrong look. Anything can take you to flatten that tire, destroy a home, or bleach a few clothes. When one is enraged, there's no telling what they'll do.
I've been one whose contemplated revenge, I won't lie. When the heart is broken, everything else takes over.
An ex-boyfriend had revealed his two heads and the hurt of everything crumbling had my mind reeling with punishable thoughts. It's not something I've felt before. I've never been one to be vindictive. In fact, I was always the one saying, "Just walk away. It'll hurt him more if you show that you don't care." But when you honestly do care and you have Alanis Morrisette's "You Outta Know" blasting on your iPod, turning the other cheek isn't always that easy.
Let me be clear, those were THOUGHTS, never acted upon. But very vivid ones, I might add. With smoked filled ears, I saw myself throwing a brick through his bedroom window, posting his picture on every social media site he visited and warning women to "beware of dog." I was furious. But, I believe in karma and good sense held me back from possible jail time.
Six months later, he was calling my phone, with a plea that would've made the late Johnny Cochran blush.
But that was my willpower that allowed me to bow out gracefully.
Have you ever lost yours and got pushed so far over the edge, that revenge felt like the only coping mechanism?