About 11 years ago, some bastard kept dropping hints that I should not be complacent. I knew what the bastard was up to, but I didn't care. He was an animal, anyway. In fact, most humans are animals and no more. I survived the self-inflicted injury. It was not traumatic but did add to the cumulative effect and probably provided a contributory reason for the occasional undue aggressiveness of my behavior. Most people assume I must suffer from some kind of self-punishment based on my penchant for austerity and unnecessary risks. They could be right, but they fail to notice a counter-balancing self- admiration in me.
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