i've been misbehaving. i've been sending anti-greetings to people who piss me off of late.
i know it's childish, but it gives me this small feeling of sick, guilty satisfaction to do it- they're SO childish and crude, and anonymous... so i can giggle behind my hand and smirk knowing that the guy who dumped me for another girl just because she lived closer to him than i did (and we're not talking like i lived on another continent, we're talking a 30-minute drive that he makes once a week anyway) will get one on his birthday... think he's got some sappy ecard from another na�ve admirer, and get a wonderful message about what a fucking asshole he is.
I know it's wrong. But I have to do what feels good sometimes, right? i'm allowed to indulge in petty moments of fruitless revenge when i get my period and feel mad at him again, right? Especially if it's funny, right? Right?
Come on. A slightly nasty anonymous joke email is pretty tame. Harmless stuff, and certainly better than my initial urge to email his boss and tell them that he makes personal long-distance calls on the company tab and looks at/ posts porn online all night while he's supposed to be working.
Most of the time, i'm not angry. But when i am... i'm pretty pissed. If a petty little joke email makes me feel better enough i don't cause any real trouble, then it's a good thing.
That's my justification, and i'm sticking to it.