Satanic Path
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Meteor said:What you said about "healthy madness" reminds me of Chopin's Wrong Note (Etudes op. 25 no. 5). I think it captures such a feeling wonderfully. I particularly like this cover of it since it has a nice tempo and good audio quality: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7C2it9cCsY.
Personally, I have a tendency to kind of glare at people as well sometimes. My family is pretty used to it and joke about it and help to cheer me up if it happens, but sometimes it scares people who don't know me well, and I don't even do it on purpose; at least most times. There was actually this one time during drama class back where we were tasked to look at each other with an angry facial expression, and the girl I got paired up with was someone I didn't like very much because she seemed like such a weak and boring person, so I didn't hold back and glared at her. Instead of looking back at me like she was supposed to, she made a weird noise and ran and hid behind the teacher. It was pretty weird but funny.
Regardless, back on the topic of madness, I wouldn't use that word to describe myself, no matter what some people might think of me. That's because I know everything I do is perfectly logical and ethical, which means it's the most correct thing for me to do. So naturally, it's the people who think I'm weird that are really crazy. Such insignificant fools are irrelevant anyway, so why should I care about their delusions? I'm not going to do things incorrectly just to fit into their shallow worldview.
That reminds me, when I was little, for some reason I was a popular target for bullying. So I hit them all until they apologised to me, and helped them up and went to the teacher with them so I could explain what happened. And then their parents complained that I'm violent? If that was a problem, they should have considered that before coming to me with malicious intentions.
That said, I did realise when I was 8 that physical violence can lead to serious injury if somene falls badly or attempts to block in a bad way, which would go too far. They're just being idiots, they don't need scars for it. So I reserved violence for self defense only rather than inflicting pain, and learned to use words specifically to confuse people and make them uncomfortable, which usually got them to leave me alone. I also had a reputation of beating up bullies at that point (a bit exaggerated, I usually only hit them once) which carried over to the next two schools I went to, so there were no more problems after that.
Inspiring, the way you talk about bullies.
The only time I vilified one was on the bus, by using my speech which is very poisonus when I want to.
Everyone called me "Ramona" because he started doing that, on the bus, whenever he could see me.
Even the bus driver laughed at me.
I spent days asking myself in tears why and why "Ramona" and not other things.
Then I remember looking at myself in the mirror of my room and bursting into laughs like a creep.
The day after, this bully, after being hitten by my tongue became a fool to everyone.
A bloke older than him also disgraced him reminding everyone what he was like when he was not that younger ( he played with robots but totally not retarded).
Everyone shutted up when smiling I told him ( I do unfortunately have this smile where my lower lip becomes pointy)kinda << People like you die really soon.>>
When he casually broke his useless anorexic leg, that was when I felt good.
The other shit who choked me at school lost all his teeth in a car crash.
In the future, he'll lose more than his beautiful, now fake teeth.
I'll start from his hair and eyebrows. So that his beauty will no longer be useful to get the things he wants to.
The muslim who made fun of me due to my jaw, he will grow such a big chin he will never go out in public anymore.
See? I am thankful for having so many enemyes. How should I experiment, in the coming years, with black magick if not? Bad people are useful to us.
I also keep a book who my mother found out, full of different photos of people I will play my game with.
I don't want to forget none of them until revenge is done.
Will it take decades? Who cares. My anger will always be there. I do not forget. Ever.