After posting my Evil Thoughts blog, I wondered if it would stir up any negative responses. Far from it! This week I’m sharing two responses from opposite sides of the U.S.—one understated, the other chatty—quite a bit like the way communication often goes in two very different parts of the country.
From JM in Massachusetts: A “Thumbs Up” and a Red Heart.
From JCA in California, three examples of childhood evil:
Ha! Did these secret evil fantasies start in…. a….. maybe….6th grade???? [This question is definitely meant for me. JCA and I were in a class taught by a very mean nun, more sadistic than the one who taught the Blues Brothers.]
Whenever I’m really mad at someone I know but don’t love, I beat them to a pulp in my head and call them evil names.
My one act of evil-but-accidental violence involved Larry D. One day when we were at his grandma’s house, he was teasing his sister Shirley and me to the max. Being the older girl, I decided to protect the cardboard house we were playing with. Somehow my fist found Larry’s eye and I hit him so hard that the initials from my signet ring left a nice JEC on his face. Heh, heh, heh! I thought I was doomed because his uncle witnessed the whole thing, and would surely tell “Gram,” who adored Larry. Oddly enough, both Larry and I survived. He didn’t want anyone to know he got “beat up” by a girl; Uncle John could keep a secret; Gram kept her thoughts to herself; and Shirley and I weren’t telling anyone anything.
The next day when both families piled into one big car to go to Santa Cruz, my dad said to Larry, “Don’t worry, Larry. If anyone asks, just tell them, “ You should see the other guy,” whereupon my Catholic guilt got the best of me. I tearfully confessed, “I’m the other guy!” The entire carload erupted in laughter except for Larry. I breathed a sigh of relief and our families (but not Larry) laughed about it for years.
HAVE A GOOD WEEK!