This post comes from some random wondering.
I was reminiscing about the good old days, when I realized that I was evil. E. Vil. I didn't say hi if I didn't feel like it. I would snap and scream at my friends, and bite their heads off if I felt like it. I would make sarcastic remarks even when I knew it was uncalled for and it would be harsh enough to hurt some feelings. I did think I was the queen of the world who should be able to get away with everything.
But, then as I get older, I become, well, nicer. Haha, yes, I said that. I do think I'm nicer. But sometimes, just sometimes, when I see a feisty person, can't help but miss the intense cruelty that used to be in me.
Which leads me to this random wondering, if I lose the evil-me... By evil-me, I mean the one that makes fun of people's fashion (or personality) faux pas, that makes racist jokes (even about my own race), that gossips about people, that is so cynical sometimes she wouldn't give anyone any benefit of the doubt.
If I lose it all, would anyone miss it?
