Something that has always boggled my mind is the concept of revenge. Not that I don’t understand why it exists, it’s probably just as much biologically hardwired as love or fear. Retaliation is a reflex, an instinct. And hey, sometimes it’s justified. People can suck. We have the potential to be stupendously awful to each other. But what I don’t get is how we can let vengeance completely overrun our lives, or how people can think it’s an effective method for dealing with social conflicts. If movie subplots are any indication of the human condition, it’s a pretty serious issue (that or I watch too much Tarantino). Maybe I should be more specific, I’m not talking war-crimes proportions, I mean day-to-day interactions with friends, significant others and coworkers. I don’t think I’m alone in saying that I can hold a mad grudge. But why? Since when do grudges ever change anything? They just make you angry and bitter and that doesn’t solve shit. Ever.
**plus a fun day in the park, plus Interpol on repeat. Recipe for maturity?