Just when I think I’m not so bad, something happens to show me that I am so bad -- bad to my rotting bones.
There’s this person.
For some reason I feel an intense, irrational, utterly petty competitiveness with her, even though we’re not competitors in any area whatsoever. Frankly, I don’t think she even knows who I am, but I sure know who she is.
I make it my business to know her business and am giddy with glee whenever something goes even a little bit askew in her life.As I was telling my husband this morning, I am truly evil.