Maliciousness lives in all of us. What is the catalyst that makes it come to the surface? For some, doing evil things to people is second nature, even when they don’t really get a payoff. Like the woman who put me in a tanning booth for 20 minutes. She knew I was going to be severely burned. Why would she do this to a perfect stranger? What did she get out of it? A sense of power?
Sometimes we are blinded by our own treachery. We want what we want when we want it. The destruction our desire creates is merely fallout. Kind of like a tornado. The tornado doesn’t exist to destroy. It is simply being a tornado. Perhaps we are the ones at fault for putting ourselves in harm’s way by living in an area where tornados occur.
Which is all fine and good if you know where the tornados live. But if you are oblivious, watch out. You can just as easily be blinded by your own innocence.
And what is all this blabbering about? I’m not at liberty to say. I have sworn to protect the innocent. Which automatically assumes that I am not as pure as those who need my protection.