Seen through the eyes of my enemies...

Who am I?
A wise man once said that to truly known a man you should look not at his friends, but at his enemies. I don't remember which wise man said this, but I know it was one of them and that he was pretty damn wise. I would say that an enemy (on a personal level) is someone whom you fight with, who wants to hurt you, or whom you want to hurt. So, to give you a differnt look at me, here are my enemies in no particluar order.

A local taxie cab company. We had a fight when they said they would pick me up and never did...every half-hour or so I'd call them and ask if they were coming (this is after they were a good thirty minutes late) and they'd say "oh, we haven't gotten you yet?...well we'll be there if about fifteen minutes. After a while I gave up and took a ride with a friend, and when I called to tell them that I didn't need them anymore the conversation culminated with the dispatcher screaming at me that I was on their black list and that he would "put [me] in their black book and they wouldn't ever help [me] anymore," and that I'd get what was coming to me.
I hate them with a bitter passion, and we are not on speaking terms.

A man from whom I took the thing he valued most in the world--or so he claimed. I don't excuse what I did, nor do I think he ever really had what he thought he did to begin with...but then, if he thought he had it, is there a difference? The last time we spoke (over the phone) he told me that he'd beat me within an inch of my life if we ever met again, and maybe he even had the right to.

A man whom I conisder to be the most disgusting and revolting person I have ever met. He stalked at least two girls in my grade back in highschool, and there was a long time when there times that I wanted to hurt him so badly that I could barely breathe. I never did though, both to my infinite relief and regret. I don't think he ever realized how much Ihated him, and I can honestly say that I have never hated someone with such depth, purity, and intensity as I did him; most likely because there were times--not often mind you, but times--when he reminded me of the very worst parts of myself (not because of the stalking, because of other stuff)...and so I came to loath him.

A person who, when we parted ways, tried purposefully and successfully to put in as much pain as possible and make me ashamed of whom I am and what I do...and for a long time, was successful. It is in the past now.

An elementary school bully who, in retrospect, I doubt ever knew he ever hurt anyone and just had a bizzare sense of fun. He is the only person that I have ever had to use force against in order to put trouble between us to an end. Years later, I realized that he was more pathetic than anything else and should be pitied rather than reviled. Now, I hope that he somehow managed to make something of himself, though I doubt that he has what it takes in him. Still, years later I wish him only the best.

In general, those who would take anything and everything that makes me happy away from me. We all look out for ourselves, and I reserve the right to do so just as much as anyone else.

So these are my enemies, what does this say about me?