What is life without a nemesis or two? A few years back, I embraced the fact that I had to deal with someone I refer to as my Arch Nemesis. My arch nemesis used to tick the hell out of me, and I took solace in venting through various online outlets about the jackassery I had to deal with. Lately, I could care less about this arch nemesis, who's been downgraded to just a minor annoyance, a mere eye-roll. So there was an empty spot to fill in my life.
Enter a old nemesis.
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Okay, so the old nemesis never actually bothers me except when I happen to read stuff about her. Then I start twitching. Old nemesis is from back in the day and honestly, not that bad of a person. So why have I crowned her as a nemesis? Frankly, I missed the conflict. I need someone to shake my fist in the air at and curse the gods about. It provides yin to my yang....or is that yang to my yin? Regardless...it keeps life in balance. Although today, I ended up hiding under my blanket in a seriously funked out mood. Sure, I'll be irritated for the next few days (mind you, over absolutely nothing), but I'll be fine after getting it out of my system.
As I said to a colleague earlier today, maturity is overrated.