There's a
part of me that doesn't come out very often.
A part that I
sometimes wish wasn't there.
It's not a
terribly nice part of me, but it has its uses.
Like
today.
We were arguing about
alimony. A
trivial subject, perhaps, but one that we all had
strong, and
different, feelings about. The outcome, as with most arguments on this sort of thing, was
ambiguous and
unimportant. I was fairly irritated, though. And it must have showed.
One of the
women who works here, currently in a sort of quasi-training state, took
offense when I said that if I were involved in a divorce, I would
never request alimony.
"You can't say that, you never know what you would do in a
situation till you were in it!" That
argument has always grated on my nerves. I
have what I consider a very strong code of
morals, and it always irritates me when I'm told I might do something I say I won't. Probably why '
potential rapist' pisses me off too.
So I turned on her. "Would you
kill someone?"
"Well, maybe, in the right..."
"Would you rob a
convenience store?" I was relentless, advancing, backing her into a
corner without moving a step. "Would you commit
fraud? Hit a priest? Lie to your mother? Write a
bad check?" She was speechless at this point. "Would you molest a
toddler, gal?"
I was
ice. I was
cold,
precise,
merciless. And I reveled in it.
She managed a stammered "Of course not!"
"But how can you
know? How can you know until you've been in a
situation where there was some motivation to molest a toddler?"
She gaped.
"Don't give me that
situation crap, gal. There are things we
KNOW we won't do, no matter what the situation."
I turned, walked away.
She didn't say a word.