One morning I was on the bus headed to work, and at the corner of Franklin and Nicollet, I saw a message. It was written on the bus stop bench in front of the new CVS, and it said, "Marvin, I got evidence."
Jesus, Marvin. What did you do? I need to know. Was it something really bad? Did it involve murder?
The message has since been painted over, but I still think about it every time I go by that corner. I wonder if Marvin saw the message and just freaked out. I wonder if he knew immediately who wrote the message (i.e. an arch nemesis) or if he was caught completely off guard.
Sometimes I think my life would be much more exciting if I had an arch nemesis. I mean, no one has any evidence on me (I don't think), and that's a good thing, but it would be kind of fun to have someone like this in my life. In some cases, I think it's better to be hated than to be treated with indifference. The closest I ever came to having an arch nemesis was in college. I was in a poetry writing workshop class with this girl who thought she was an amaaaaaaaaazing writer. Whenever we would critique each other's writing, she was the worst when it came to being super critical of everyone else. I don't think she ever really had strong feelings one way or the other toward me, but in my mind, we were mortal enemies. To this day, if anyone ever mentions her name I get a little riled up. Unfortunately, I don't think this really counts as a legitimate nemesis.
Right now there's no one I would consider for the role of my nemesis, but I'm still relatively young and there's plenty of time for hatred to come into my life. I'm not going to commit crimes like Marvin, so I think I'll just have to be patient and let it happen naturally. I may be likeable, but I'm not that likeable. Sometimes I can be kind of a dick.
So there's still hope for me.
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