I usually drift into lala land (slumber as in zzzzz) by 10pm sharp as I have to crawl up with the larks, like Countess Dracula to beat the sunrise to work. Else, I fear the sun rays will poof me away into ashes! LOL!
At 10.35pm, my handphone rang – sigh, I cannot shut off my handheld device as I am a minion to the job. Always ever ready like the battery cell for mobile devices. Half awake, I thought I recognised that voice! Ugh! It was a voice from the past – “The Evil One”
In his sultry voice, (what was missing was his clearing of throat most times, which meant he has not been leaping up and down on a stage shouting motivational stuff to peddle his motivational seminars) he said, “hey…sorry, I just saw your message”
Annoyed I said, “who’s this? ” – I must have barked this 3 times before it got into this moron’s head that he must have dialled a party but it was NOT ME!
Hastily, he said, “sorry I got the wrong number” and hung up. Even if he recognised my voice, he was not one to say “hi, how are you” – ah well, the Evil One has rung me and realised either consciously or subconsciously that he had inadvertently thought of me.
This is from the same Evil One who lied and said, his phone was returned to the company he sold to when he was mired in massive investigations for potential fraud. Seems, the Fraud Team has let him off OR he is a fantastic cover upper! He has talent for the grey areas and I do “admire” his tenacity in this area. He is probably still laundering something and it ain’t clothes LOL!
When I heard on the radio this morning whilst driving into work, “I cannot plan the future on the past,” – I felt it was apt. It was telling me to “move on” as the Evil One is The Past and my Future does not rely on this Past.
The Evil One is a Past, a Has Been if you will. As to if Evil One is happy, it ain’t my concern. My concern is my Present and Future Happiness that lies within my own hands. I craft my own happiness not the Evil One. Though he thinks he controls my Past, Present and Future Happiness.
Being a “gentleman” of sorts, I texted him back to say I thought I recognised the voice and it was good to hear of him, though it was not a call intended or otherwise and bade him goodnight. I then turned my posture to bed and slept till this morning. I felt good being polite. It does not pay to be rude to anyone.
Have I forgiven the Evil One? Nah!
Have I moved on from the Evil One? It has been 2 years….probably not quite yet as the wounds are still raw as it continues to haunt me. I may forgive sometime in the distant future but it would be hard to forget. I can be polite at best but keeping my distance always.
Should the Evil One come near me again, I must not touch him even with a 10 foot pole. Instead I must have mace, Baygon or some pest control spray as afterall, he is the Evil One – A title he won single handedly!
A millionaire or socialite, a patron or a board member, he is slick and a smooth operator. If only one day, others like me will wash his dirty laundry in public, or the long arm of the law catches up with him….I will make a concerted effort to visit him at Changi Prison so that he knows whoever he hurts may be kind enough to see his state then.
Maybe by then, I will move on….😁