Sunday Scribblings: 02-09-08: Fridge Space

Vengeance is a dish best eaten cold.

He couldn’t remember when or where he had heard that, but he had known it all of his life. To that end he created what he called his mental “fridge space”, a place to put the wrongs and injustices in his life and let the sit, waiting until they were properly chilled. Sometimes, it took years. And the thing he learned was that most of the time, by letting them sit, karma came into play and he had to do nothing to enjoy the revenge, and that was good for his karma since he was not putting anything negative out to come back to him. As a matter of fact, most times once a revenge was extracted, he found that he had a few good things come to him.

Waiting could be hard for him, though, depending on the who and the what. People who had hurt him the deepest, caused him the most anguish, haunted him. It took a lot to not act on that, almost as much as it took to not turn the situation around as if he had done the wrong. Others he forgot about until some little gossip came to him, reminding him that they had fouled his life and now theirs had been fouled. He’d smile a little smile and be thankful there was no baking soda to sanitize his mental fridge. No one cleaned out the containers in the back, black with ages of mold and vile deeds. The longer they sat, the sweeter the revenge.

He placed the latest betrayal into its container and shoved it way back…behind his
Ex-girlfriend from college, behind his cousin’s thieving two years ago. This one had to go way to the back so he would forget, because the betray was so heinous, so deep and so vile, he wanted it to ripen for a long time. This was the worst one and it had to wait a life time, and he had to remain strong enough to let it.