How Evil are You??

It's weird, realizing, suddenly, that you are a vile bitch sometimes, just like everybody else. I realised this awhile ago, and I'm learning to revel in it, when I feel reveling is appropriate.

Yesterday though, an example came along where reveling was SO not called for. I'm laying in bed reading with The Boy when a plane roars overhead in a not-so-good-sounding type of way. I look over at The Boy with wide-eyes and go -- I hope that plane's not in trouble -- to which he replies "don't be ridiculous." Then when sirens start screaming down the road, one after another, after another, I look up again and ask "Are you sure? It sounded kind of bad" but he scoffs at me, saying: "those sirens were too delayed to be for something that serious, stop worrying about it."

Then, when I hear through the open window the ambulance chasers who live in my complex gossiping about a plane crash through the open window, I get up and start a VICTORY DANCE, trilling:"I was right, I was right, you were wrong!" before realising what I was doing and stopping mid-song to put my hand over my mouth in shock.

Talk about desensitization.

My only consolation is that no one was hurt, the pilot ejected in time. What's really odd though, is that for some reason, The Boy enjoyed my bout with evil -- he was in stitches laughing. Especially later, when I was moved near-to-tears by the death of a character in the book I am currently reading, showing just how in-touch with reality I really am. It's odd what some people find attractive...

current music: Prologue, Loreena McKennit from Book of Secrets