Would you care if someone you hated died?

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Nope. Not ONE bit...not even one IOTA.

It was karma itself that got her

karma is about bad actions resulting in bad consequences. 'annoying' you does not deserve the consequence of a slow painful death. you really arent that important

Thich b***h ridiculed me in front of the whole class so she deserved it. It was a pleasant feeling to discover she was dead

I usually don't care when people I don't really like or know die so I think I wouldn't care at all if someone I hated die, I don't know whether I'd be happy or not though, it seems quite cruel to think you could be happy for someone's death but I don't really hate anyone so I don't know.

I think it's normal not to care when some people die if you weren't close to them but most people are just being hypocritical.

I wouldn't wish cancer on my worst enemy.

Regardless, you did misuse the term 'karma'. Karma would have been her being ridiculed to the point of utter humiliation in front of her peers. Her getting cancer was just something you liked.

I'd probably feel somber, neutral maybe even a bit relieved about it. Death just isn't something to celebrate for me, even if it is someone I loathe.

And I would like it even more if I could see her ill, like if she was for example my neighbor. Since that event she was always giving me lower marks than my paintings deserved - I knew it for sure; they didn't suddenly get worse than they used to be before. And my other teacher I didn't like for good reasons too, almost had her house flooded during the last flood.

ok, we've got a princess from dune talking to jean luc picard. wow, that doesn't happen everyday! i would guess that one common trait, equal in nt's and a.s. humans, is the ability to hate and wish that horrible things happen to other humans. i personally would like to see all animal abusers DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. not that i'm intense about this or anything.

I would keep animal abusers as my watchdogs I would put dog's collars on their necks, to which chains would be attached and I'd punish them for any observed by me attempt of walking otherwise than on all fours and making any other voice than barking, just like dogs do. I would give them just my dinner wastes to eat and some dirty water to drink - just once a day, even during intensive heatwaves They would live in a kennel, even in winter.

What, no shock collars? I'm shocked!

I just googled shock collars to check what exactly they are and I'm hereby adding the adjective "shock" before the "dog collar" I didn't know about such collars,they are in Wikipedia but there's even no Polish version of it in there- aren't they used in here where I live? I just googled them on the Polish Internet and all I got is only like 180 results.

Last edited by Irulan on 06 Aug 2010, 3:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I certainly have in the past but I am not nearly so self important to think that people deserve death for what they have done to me... maybe an atomic wedgie or two...

My last real enemy was a tenured theater professor and associate dean of my school. She was a paranoid sociopath who never cared about anything other than her own personal power and position. All of her classes involved students giving presentations - she never actually taught anything. She would try to dominate the other professors and isolate students (including me) from them. For instance, the school asked me to Stage Manage a production as an independent study with her. One of the primary jobs of the stage manager is to assist the director in organizing and running rehearsals and performances - essentially the director's right hand man. After a meeting, I walked with the director back to his office and talked to him about what he needs from me in time for the first rehearsal. She noticed this and reamed me for about ten minutes saying that I should only ever talk to her about any stage management issues. When she realized that I would not be in her pocket, she started giving me terrible grades in my classes with her even though I excel at theater and have a 3.9 GPA. These are just a small number of reasons I would have had to hate her. Many of my fellow majors vociferously wished death by breast cancer on her. I, however, always treated her with at least respect.

Her decimation of my grades was the final straw and I set up a meeting with the Dean of the School of the Arts and eventually filed a two page written complaint against her, citing the university code of ethics and specific details and email exchanges. I never let it decent into ad hominem bashing. Six other students also wrote letters. The professor refused to meet with the Dean about our concerns, would not answer emails, and eventually responded saying that she can teach her classes however she likes. Some of the other professors also took up our cause and she was eventually brought before the faculty senate and was suspended without pay for a year (it is rediculously hard to fire a tenured professor and usually involves a lawsuit). I seriously doubt that she will be back or bother me ever again.

The point I am making is along the lines of "don't get man, get even." Hating someone is a waste of time and energy. If they have legitimately done something harmful to you, there are usually ways to legally bring up grievance against them. It is never easy but it is possible. Instead of wasting me energy blindly hating this professor (and eroding my moral high ground in doing so), I spent about six months helping to push her out of my school and my life.

I don't really HATE anyone...but there are people who I am annoyed by and people who I have strongly disliked...or held grudges against...

I found out years ago that my first drummer died.
He was a really awful person.
1. He was a cleptomaniac who would steal from other bands
2. He was a compulsive liar and would make up stories about me AND other people as well...
3. He would say negative things to my face and behind my back. He was commonly know to remark on how badly I dressed and smelled...
4. He called himself a Christian and went to church every Sunday
5. If I messed up on a song, he was known to do stuff like throw a drum stick at the back of my head...

He died of cancer...I found out years after he had left the band..and years after the band had broken up...

The best word I can think to describe how I felt about it was "bemused"

There was an old friend who I had had a falling out with.

She had developed weird personality issues due to having spent most of her life in a wheelchair. She became a follower of the band I was in for 10 years and would go on roadtrips with us and such.
At one point she was my closest (only) female friend and I confided stuff in her that she went and told other people which resulted in my being teased...she also was a bit of a liar
After a while, I could no longer be friends with her..There was a bit of irony because early in our friendship, she talked about how she would have friends and then all of a sudden they would just disappear..she blamed this, I guess on the fact that she was in a wheel chair...when really it was more about the lying/betrayal etc...
Anyway...after years of surgery etc...someone happened to read in an obituary that she had died...(it might have been one of my parents in fact)...
I spent a long time thinking about her... but I didn't feel any grief...

Even when people I have been close to have died, my grieving process has often been very awkward and roundabout

princess irulan....is robert kubica a big deal in poland?

Not whatsoever.