Revenge is never a good thing....that being said, mine would involve an ex and fire ants.
What is one thing that you've yet to get revenge for? If there were no repercussions, what would your revenge involve?
My father.
If he hadn't come home drunk with a twinkle in his eye, and if he and Mum hadn't, well, you know....
Then I wouldn't be sitting here in the middle of an antipodean winter wishing the weather would warm up so that my arthritis would go back to sleep. I hold HIM responsible.
What would I do about it? Buy him a beer, of course. He died before I was of drinking age and I never had the pleasure of sharing one with him.
I'm too lazy for revenge. I'm patiently waiting for karma to come and mess up the fools who've crossed me. I like Angela's fire ant idea though :)
I've never gotten revenge on the network when they cancelled Captain Kangaroo. The Capt. And Mr. Greenjeans were cool.
There are always repercussions in the end. Confucius say : Before you embark on a journey for revenge, dig two graves.
There's somethings to take revenge for, but I learnt to forget the paste. When I'll be able to keep going, I'll let it all go. The future is worth more than past,unless it is something that bothers my whole life. Until then I don't burn everyone responsible down I won't get calm. So it really depends! My relatives such as uncles & aunts, hate me & I'm troubled because of them a lot. From reported as drug dealer to being arrested accused for murder . . But I passed it all . . But now should I return to put myself in all dark days with them ? Nope, specially not when having a great life in the road of my goals.
Revenge is like a two sided blade, when you try to cut with it, first it cuts your own hand so deep, then your opposite.
I have dreamed of revenge numerous times, but not recently.
But when I was seven, a boy named Ralph kept making fun of my shabby clothes and my thick glasses and my stupid white hair. He was older and bigger.
Then when I was nine, he went too far in the schoolyard after school. He said the stains on my pants looked like poo. I lost it. I attacked him and had him on the ground and was pounding his face with my two hands made into one fist. I had one knee in his stomach and one knee on his chest. There was blood everywhere and he was crying and trying to get away from me.
Then, two grade eight boys came around the corner and were horrified that a big boy like Ralph would be fighting a little girl with glasses. They separated us. They yelled at him about how boys do not hit girls. They wouldn't let him explain how it happened. The two boys kept pointing to my glasses and my small stature and kept yelling at Ralph. This went on for a long time.
I smirked of course. I didn't expect my revenge to be so delicious.