There are people out there who don’t spend all day plotting ways to ruin people’s lives*.
(*Or so I assume. …or would, if I were the sort to believe the best about people who only ever show me their worst**.)
(** Unless what I’m seeing is their best, in which case I rest my case about the worthlessness of humanity).
These people don’t have to plot. They’re just naturals at ruining lives without trying.
Their selfishness and obliviousness to how their actions affect others does the job as effectively as a doomsday ray cannon, causing just as much pain and devastation as any intentional villain ever did.
The coldly analytical portion of my dark side — the portion only concerned with the bottom line, the end never minding the means — admires the unpremeditated ease with which they wreak ruin upon the world around them.
The rest of me detests these careless villains.
Their poor mothers deserve so much better.