By day, I’m a mild-mannered paralegal (as if there’s any other kind of paralegal).
But by night, I put on tights, a cape and a mask. No, I’m not a drag queen. I’m a super hero. That’s right. I’ve got a secret identity. And in my time fighting crime I’ve run into a lot of evil people. Literally.
Usually I fall down afterwards. Know why? Because evil people are often big and/or fat. That’s where all their anger comes from. A low level of self worth and self esteem. I mean, if you’re not happy with you one way to deal is to take it out on others by plotting to control the world. There are probably other, better ways to handle being overweight, but who am I to judge?
Bottom line: it’s not evil people themselves who are at fault for their evilness.
They’re merely victims of their own metabolisms…