If you’re going to
have a nemesis it’s important to have a good quality one. Take me for instance…
I have a proper one. I loathe and detest my nemesis to a level where I actually
lose sleep over them. I stay awake, just to get in a little extra loathing. My
nemesis is able to affect my life. He can make it good or bad. I'm pretty sure I can affect his.
I have talked to my nemesis
every week, for at least an hour, for the last three years. I always talk to them
on a Wednesday. That’s important, that is. You’ve got to have regular contact with your
nemesis. You can’t just see them every now and then down the street or at
school reunions. You’ve got to know them nearly as well as you know yourself.
I know my nemesis so
well that my hatred is not pure. Sometimes, I feel a little sorry for them.
Sometimes, I even see their point of view. That’s the way it has got to be with a
nemesis. There has to be a little yin with the yang. There has to be some
dependence on each other. Something that binds us inexorably across the fields
of space and time. There has to be, let’s face it, a little love smattered
through the deep, stinky veins of hatred.
I get shaky and angry
for about 12 hours before I talk to them, and I feel an almost pathetic sense
of relief when the phone call ends - and that’s where I want to thank my nemesis.
Because, I talk to them on a Wednesday and after it’s over, I almost feel like
the weekend has started. Everything else feels easy.
Thank you nemesis, for
being such an unholy thorn in my side that I am able to relish at least two
days of the working week. If and when our relationship is over, we'll keep in touch of FoesBook.
