“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”
Nietzsche was a mentally twisted beast of a human being.
But, he did have a point.
I got an email. No big deal.
I get a lot of emails, mostly spam. (Viagra, rogain and life insurance. This should bother me more, not sure why it doesn’t.)
But, there is also a certain percentage of inevitable hate mail that this juvenile screed scares up on a regular basis, week in, week out, often by the same people.
And it rarely bothers me, mainly because I value very few opinions higher than my own.
And critics kind of rate at the bottom of that list.
But, every now and then someone pops up that truly has an intellect, expression, brilliance and puts down a scathing rebuked that throws me into the shit.
Who is this superior being? The erudite elitist that has that kind of clout?
Shit from pretty much everyone else is water off a ducks back.
But what happens when it comes from the duck?
And here is how it started.
Some jagoff sent me hatemail and said I was like a monster.
Didn’t call me a monster, said I was like a monster.
Probably a throw away line from this person that meant nothing.
I read it a few days ago, and don’t even recognize what it was that caused the twisting of the panties.
It came from one of those people that I get crap email from all the time.
But it struck a nerve, made me think.
Thinking is a lot like looking in a mirror.
And the last thing a monster wants is to look in the mirror.
There is that moment of recognition of being a monster, and that delayed hit of realizing that you didn’t start out this way.
The abyss of this blog has been staring into me long enough that it has changed my perspective.
I used to sit in the normal section and point out the funny shit over in the asshole seats.
Now? After almost 5 years and 600+ posts?
I live in the asshole section.
Hell, I am the mayor.
My filter is gone and what is spewing out of the pipes is some foul shit.
So be it.
The one thing that Nietzsche never figured out was this:
Being a monster doesn’t bother the monster.
He likes being a monster.
Its a lot like being an 800 pound gorilla with a big dick.
It intimidates a lot of people, and the ones it doesn’t are the only players of the game you are likely to find.
And these players will pick up the shit you throw out.
And throw it back.
And thats fun.