Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
I think I’ve only had maybe one or three enemies in my life. And by enemies I’m talking about out to kill me one way or another. The bar is set that high for a reason. I don’t think the word enemy should be used lightly.
I’m not saying that I haven’t had people hate me or something I’ve done. I’m sure I have made plenty of people mad for one thing or another. But to be my enemy you have to be trying to kill ME. Any part of ME.
My first and best remembered enemy was my mother. Her favorite choice of weapons was love, but not in a good way. Not in the way that you put the well being of someone before your own. Her version of love was more along the lines of wanting the other person to conform to her mold. In other words to be an extension of herself. She tried for over 20 years to kill off who I was to become her doppelganger.
But I did learn from her. Which seems really odd to say, but it is still very true. And not the standard ‘I learned the opposite of what she was trying to teach me’ way. I learned from her that everyone needs at least one enemy in their life.
You have to know the value of what you are fighting for. You have to know that it (or in this case yourself) is worth holding onto. You have to prove that whatever you are fighting to the death over is worth it.
I’m still kind of messed up over love and other social interactions because of my past. But I’ve managed to hold onto the core of ME and turn myself into something that I didn’t think was possible in my teen years.
Of course the war with Madre isn’t over yet. Never will be until one of us is dead I suppose. I avoid her because I don’t want to don the gear anymore. I don’t want to fight her because she is my mother. The woman did the best she could with what she had to work with in herself. I don’t hate her for it. But we are still enemies.
An enemy that I am grateful to have and wary of meeting up with again. 😛