How I learned to stop worrying and love being an adult

It's amazing to me how much I've changed over the years.

A moment ago, I noticed a WIDE OPEN OPPORTUNITY in a particular person's journal (who I dislike most heartily) to take a potshot at them. Not just any potshot, but an anonymous one. Anonymous without IP tracking, at that.

Anonymous without IP tracking? Mighty fuck! It's like a goddamn golden ticket to Laughmyassoffville. Get the pleasure of sharking a dig at someone, without all the resulting drama? SIGN ME UP.

I had gone as far as to click on the "leave a comment" link when the cliche little angel and devil Taras popped up on my shoulders, the wee fuckers.

Angel: And what is this going to serve?

Devil: Do it.

Angel: Don't you have enough things to occupy your time with?

Devil: Do it. Do it now!

Angel: Maybe you should just go read one of your books instead. You have lots of books to read. Isn't this kind of childish, anyway? I mean, anonymous comments on the internet.

Devil: Do it!

Angel: You're better than that.

Devil: Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Angel: What is that sound? Is the cat throwing up on your bed again? Maybe you should check that out. Or how about playing a few rounds on Urban Dead? You love Urban Dead.

Devil: YOUFUCKINGWUSSDOITDOITDOITDOITGODDAMNCOWARDYOUKNOWYOUWANTTO!!!11! WHOLEAVESTHEIRACCOUNTOPENTOTOTALLYANONYMOUSCOMMENTSANYWAY?! THEYREASKINGFORITDOITDOITDOIT!!!

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And? I didn't do it.

It's either growing up or going soft, I don't rightly know.

The angel is currently pattering around, looking smug and self-righteous. And the devil? Well, she's bathing in a tub full of gin.