Revenge and Ice Cream.

Revenge is best served cold. So is ice-cream. Coincidence?

I actually love ice cream. I mean, if I was on a des(s)ert island and had to choose one food to eat for a long time, it'd be ice-cream. Refreshing, filling, sweet and suitable for any time of the day. Really.

No question about it, ice-cream is best served cold. But is revenge?

Personally, I've never really been the vengeful type. I haven't really hated people either. In fact, I can count them haters on my hand.

But for the past few months I've felt a change. See, a few short months ago I was a 'big sister' to a messed up girl 3 years younger than me. A lying, manipulative girl who I tutored, counselled and tried to help. A terrified girl who I took to the doctor when she couldn't tell anyone. Who I hid in my house, and lied to her father about where she was, when she was "scared to go home".

But liars are good at what they do and after countless hours of tutoring and improving her grades, it came to head that "my mom insists on paying you" was a big, fat lie that mommy knew nothing about it.

All of a sudden I was the villain. It didn't matter that during my first 2 months of university I was spending 2 or 3 hours a day gently coaxing her to write her essays. Or that I didn't charge her when she spent hours sobbing to me about her parents "upcoming divorce" even though I was giving her my assignment time to do her homework.

After some ugly words from their side, and telling me that "my friendship came at a price", I eventually told them to keep their money. I just didn't want anything to do with them. My confidence was shot and I couldn't bring myself to get back into tutoring for almost a year.

Months later, the manipulator still hadn't apologised to me or owned up to her mom about the truth of the situation. Every time I saw her, the mother would stare daggers at me and quite frankly, I was fed up. One day I just snapped and told her how disappointed I was with her, and calling her a "lying skank" in front of about 1o people. It felt wonderful.

Later that night her mom sent me a series of incredibly badly written text messages telling me to apologise for calling her daughter a slut (I actually called her a skank but yeaaah..) She also called me "childihs and boring", a "tattletale" and told me that she "will have(sic) a restraining order against me". And the hilarious ending to one of her texts was "wahahahaha". I kid you not.

I was going to write a scandalous note about the little bitch on Facebook and tag everyone she knows but I decided against in because I kind of have a conscience. I think I'm being so nice only because I have now had the satisfaction of giving her a piece of my mind. Yay.

In conclusion? Ice cream > Revenge.