Perhaps, the greatest factor in how my life has panned out thus far is my addiction to curiosity and adventure. Those traits alone have led me to transform my existence into that of an experiment. I was and AM the variable to my own life…and variables tend to be volatile. I often go around parading the fact that I am “truthful” in my life minus the job arena where truths would ultimately keep me from ever having a job. If I am to go along with astrology, even for a second, a Sagittarius telling a boss what they truly think of them wouldn’t lead to the desired goals. Multitudes of workers have mastered a single or few jobs over years and decades worth of time. What job have I truly mastered? None. Instead, I’ve mastered the art of getting a job. To date, I’m twenty-six years old. While official numbers cannot be ascertained as I write this, the last survey I took of myself about four years ago put me at 22 jobs. Giving a dry estimate, my job total has reached somewhere near 30. I have had more jobs than the age at which I am, some being held concurrently with others. That is not an accomplishment to me in the sense of my stability but I do revel in the fact that I have learned and mastered the art of mirroring back what an employer wants of me just by a quick analysis of their persona. Far be it for me to conclude whether or not hypnosis is real or self-imposed due to your faith in it but wholeheartedly believe in entrancement.
To play the back-up role to words that I spin out of my mouth that stick to a person’s psyche as a spider’s web to, let’s say, lunch I have an almost ageless face. If I was to describe the most miscalculated feature of my design, it would irrefutably be the child wonder of my face. It puts others at ease, it’s innocent, it’s harmless - such is the vibe that emanates from it. However, my face and thoughts rarely align themselves together. For this reason, many souls have found themselves drawn to me but, playing along in the moment of the experiment, I just as easily fed off of their interest, their emotions, their “realness”. And this is why love is a dangerous game when I’m involved.
Twice in my life I have “loved” as they say. Yet, my love coexisted with the detached side of myself. Never before have I been in an entrapment so complete but was able to still look from the outside to within. I felt everything that would be felt in a loving relationship. Nevertheless the separate part of me - the isolated, cold, dark me - always grinned in pure loathing, excitement, and scientific analysis at myself and to the person who was thus anchored to me. He laughed when they fought, envied when they burned with desire, and took mental note as they compromised. Everything had always been an Experiment. I was my own Frankenstein.
But, love and relationships were not my only intrigue. As I stated, I had a deep fascination with experiences in general. The quickest way to throw myself into some semblance of a different lifestyle was through jobs. I was never one to stick around where my immediate gratification was stifled. That concept led to the beginning of me heading for the door on various assignments. Sometimes, I pandered to my young side - working fast food joints to make a dollar. Other times, I gave in to the ideological and have worked with pets. Without giving an exhausted list, I’ve done security, maintenance, janitorial, tutorial, salesman, delivery, touring, driving, and just about any other jobs that one can think of as far as blue-collar work goes. Undoubtedly, the jobs that presented to me the most colorful characters were those of a writer and of a prostitute…
Speaking of the street walker, night stalker, I’ve always had an affinity of being out into the night. The darkness, the frailty, the danger, the randomness spoke in ways to not be heard by words. There was always something to be found if you looked for it or merely kept your eyes open. Again, my face played critical roles in keeping me unharmed (relatively) and alive. The night bound couldn’t place my look of “innocence” among them so they normally ignored me or entertained what I wanted. Many a crackhead, drug dealer, whore, ruffian, crook sought to garner money from me due to my seeming gullibility and perceived naïveté. Only problem is that once they got close, the cunning, the devious, the smile became their enemies and it was naught for me to reverse the role and take what little they had in one time-frame but then, giving in to my dualist nature, go set the money down on a vagabond just resting on the steps of a museum.
For a period of about 2 years give or take, I’ve “investigated” how night workers could be manipulated. Surely these workers had the street know-how and common sense to deflect infringing upon all that they depended on to stay alive. Yet, against a foe who wanted nothing in particular more than information, they fell. When “how much” is replaced with “What’s your name?” a level of familiarity and genuine interest transpired and all defenses were dropped. Just imagine: Doped up, coked up, fucked up, and fucked over living out of the slums, taking the time to find out about these people (which I later became at some point) made them give unto me. That was the first time, maybe, that I discovered that not wanting someone made them want you (need you?) more, sometimes. Another tidbit of info added to my virtual library a.k.a. my brain.
I was, in effect, the beast. However, I wore my sheep clothing. As I entered brothel-like places in the city and dodged gunshots, I never had the “right” emotion. Only laughter and excitement flowed through me. To this day, though, I will always nod my head that a pimp actually called the police on me and they tried to arrest me. If there’s one thing about me: If I’m in dress clothes with rubber-soled shoes, chances of you catching me rely heavily on me forgetting why I was running.
But this was only to be a short mock-intro and not to get too wordy. Nowadays, I focus mainly on writing and other ventures. People think that I’m always using an overactive imagination but such is not so. Many things I can write about and tell because I’ve had some exposure to them. I’ve played on the good side and I’ve played on the not-so-good side.
And, yet, the only thing I’ll pay attention to is the fact that I’ve played…with fire, with lives, with emotions. It’s all an experiment to me. I am an observer. I often wonder what it will be like when I observe my own death. Hopefully, something interesting and fun…
]]>Your seed will be stupid, rugged, and always looking for the next treat. Yep, that’s right. The best you could produce is a Shaggy with a dumbass like Scooby-Dooby-Doo. But this is real life so you’re a Scooby-Dooby-Don’t. You Don’t take risks; you Don’t take life by the reins. You’re a red-nosed reindeer because all the ambitious reindeer slapped you on your nose, making it bleed and making you cry. Why are you crying, you cowardly Lion? Did Dorothy hurt you before she clicked her heels home? Or do you not get what I’m saying because your head is full of hay…Scare-Crow? Or are you just a Scared-Ho with no heart and having your buns beat to the sound and tempo of a Tin-Man?
So what is it all really about? This post, this note, this expression of dubious thoughts. Do I need your facial expression dubbed within the pages? Nope, I don’t require your FaceBook. I don’t need you to like me or join my group. We don’t have any mutual friends mostly because I’ve blocked you from my life. Still, the question hasn’t been answered as to the purpose of this post.
Well, here it is: My mind is a conglomeration and an amalgamation of thoughts that coalesce to form the rugged, the mire, the bull, but please hold the shit. Take the shit and scoop it into a bucket of blood and wait on the next prom queen. I don’t mean to Carry any individual…hold up, I mean Carrie any individual but somebody has to pay the price for my wicked thoughts. Thoughts, Thawts, Tawts, Tawt….I Tawt I saw a Puddy Cat with my penis inside.
That’s just an invasion of privacy, excuse me, and Invasion of Pussy and I’m about to squeeze that milk into that egg and make some Cornbread. Are you going to eat your Cornbread? Well, that’s Life. I’m not Martin, I’m not Eddie, but I’m going to always deliver my speech in a state of Delerium, Raw…
But this Raw won’t be on Monday night. Can you smell what the Rock is cooking? No. But I know what’s cooking the Rock - a crackhead. And he’s about to sell his mother’s couch. Yep, that motherfucker is Tyrone Biggums, ashy lips and all. Chappelle’s Show, how the hell did you know that most times you keep it real, it goes wrong? All up in the club, faking just because every bill in your wallet is a dub. But are the dubs in your wallet or on your ride? That’s right, in today’s time only having dubs on the whip is damage to your pride.
Well, I’m fucked up. I’m not all there.
This shit was all connected to overlook the fact that my brain’s not there.
See you soon or see you never
But isn’t it amazing that even fucked up my mind is clever?
I’ve created this prose, I’ve started this writing
In the words of Missy, don’t start beat biting
I am a master of the pen
If you think otherwise, challenge me then
My thoughts are fucked, so are you
Which is why when I cum you do, too
I see clearly all that is blurry
I miss the days when my ex’s Caribbean cooked me curry
I’ve mixed a story with a poem
I know you think, “I wanna know him.”
Maybe one day this will be true
Congratulations, you’ve already met D2…
Okay, fine. However, more times than not, these people seek my advice and then only fight against me when they hear it. Why? Because most people that seek advice only want you to confirm what they already think or can’t take constructive criticism. In other words, they waste my time. I tell many people that they should find others from which they can receive advice from but they specifically want me. I don’t present myself as a nice person and I most definitely don’t present myself as one who has time to Sigmund Freud everyone’s problems. I often find it funny the number of “friends” who only address me when they want something and those who contact me to tell me of something we can both benefit from. To date, the only initials who fill that position are A.C. and R.H. Don’t fucking find my number to barge in on my free time and bleed me dry of my resources and knowledge.
Still, I have people addressing me. First thing is first, if you set up a meeting with me, don’t be an hour and forty minutes late. It sort of transforms my mood downcast. But I’ll get over it; shit happens. On meeting me, don’t wonder about what I do or why I do it. I’m a stone cold, hard-core, drinker. The same ideas that you lusted over either through facebook, my sites, my writings, or in open forum are the same ideas that come out during my reveling of the “drink”. I don’t seek to change it for you because you are asking “me” for help. You conform to my standards.
Now that that’s all out of the way, let’s get to specifics. The reason that you ask me for my help is because you assume I know more or have additional info to offer that you couldn’t produce. That being said, shut the fuck up and let me discern the situation so that I can help you. If you are sensitive about your “dream” keep it in your sleep. I’ve done many meetings where people wanted to discuss their dream with me so I’m no rookie at it. When I invite you to a place of my choosing, consider that I have a good reason behind it. If you know that you’re not the type to want people to hear your plans of success, which is better: A loud bar where everyone is drunk or a quiet Starbucks where everyone is busy being politely quiet? Exactly, that’s why I do the thinking.
No, if you have plans of shushing me and not listening what do you think I will do? I will leave. I have no interest in bickering during a time that I shouldn’t even have lent in the first place. When you want to tell me of a business idea, consider that I’m going to rape your mind for all it’s worth. Don’t assume I know shit. Assume I know nothing and “realize” your dream to me right then and there. If you can’t birth your baby right there for me what makes you think you’re ready to present yourself to the world?
I don’t wish anyone failure in their successive endeavors but if you only want help that coincides with what you already think, you’re far behind the game. Furthermore, if you believe you have all the answers, venture out and prove it. Don’t ask for others help just to shoot them down when they don’t think what you think.
If you can’t be questioned on what you want to do and how you want to do it without becoming frustrated and feeling antagonized, you haven’t thought your dream through enough. But don’t waste my time with the bullshit. I’m a busy man and I have no room for those who want my counsel to confirm their actions. To ask me for help is to come with a level of humility that means you’re ready to listen.
]]>Proof: Females don’t like Nice Guys
Assumption: Let’s assume that the females in question like guys in the first place and not females.
Nice Guys = Sweet Guys
Sweet Guys => Very nice & understanding => Can empathize and sort through emotions => Very Emotional
Girls’ Claim: “We’re very emotional creatures.”
Very emotional creatures are, thus, girls
Very emotional creatures = girls
So, Very emotional creatures = females AND Sweet Guys = Very Emotional AND Sweet Guys = Nice Guys
Thus, Nice Guys = Females
However, the original claim was that the females in question liked guys and NOT females. So, a female can’t like a Nice Guy because Nice Guys = Females and that would be a CONTRADICTION
Nice Guy = Sweet Guy = Female
Therefore, the only conclusion that can be made is that Females don’t like Nice Guys
]]>I suppose I should be clear on what I’m talking about. I’m absolutely disgusted with women who choose to mess with men who THEY KNOW are in other relationships but then acting like the guy is the asshole when they are dumped or lied to. Not only are they dumb, but the people who support them and tell them that the man just used and abused them are idiotic as well.
I really don’t understand some people’s logic. Let’s go through what the situation is so that maybe people can begin to see how dumb they are. You, as a female, start talking to and/or dating a man that is either already dating someone else or is married. You entertain this relationship and start to develop emotional ties. For some reason or another, you start believing that this individual wants to really be with you. Then, either the person decides to separate from their current situation and get with you or dump you.
Time for dissection:
You begin dating someone who is already dating someone or is married. Unless that person is in an open relationship, they’re already telling/showing you that they don’t mind lying, being deceptive, or cheating. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that YOU KNOW they’re already involved with someone else.
You entertain the relationship and start developing emotional ties. You’ve now put yourself in a position of not being able to escape easily. You’re emotionally involved with someone who is ALREADY tied to someone else.
You start believing that this individual wants to really be with you. Either because the guy has told you as much or you just assumed, you believe that you’re the real one that he wants.
The likely two ends of this situation: One, he stays with whom he was already connected and eventually dumps you; Two, he dumps the original person and gets with you.
Let’s talk about option one. Whenever the female finds herself in this predicament, the first thing she thinks if she’s a dummy is that the guy is a total asshole and that she’s the victim. How did this happen? How did she come to the conclusion that she was the victim in this entire fiasco? Well, because she’s a dummy. See, she never considered the fact of all the things she did to throw herself under the bus.
I’ll be the first to say that I could care less whether or not someone else gets involved with already involved people. What I won’t say is that if you do this, you should expect everything to go over smoothly. The female in this situation - a.k.a. the “other” female - doesn’t think about the first fact. The first fact was that he was already involved with someone who he didn’t mind lying to. With facts like those, why would any person with common sense hope for anything other than lies? Also, why don’t these females see their whole “relationship” is based on convoluted behavior, thereby preventing them from being innocent? Because these females really do think that the world revolves around them.
Knowing fully well that a man is already involved with someone else, the female keeps talking to the man until the point her feelings get involved. While that in itself may not be stupid, it’s stupid if you don’t see the possibility that you may get axed.
What’s absolutely dreadful is when you truly believe by the man’s indication that you will be chosen. Does this mean that you won’t get chosen? No. Again, you must refer to the first fact: He is currently lying to and cheating on someone else. There’s no need for you to expect otherwise. And before you start shaking your head and going, “…because men are dogs…” consider this: He’s being a dog (that you are aware of) with you. So if you truly believe he’s being a dog, guess who his bitch is? That’s right - YOU. So, unless you want to identify yourself as a bitch don’t call him a cheating dog because you’re the one involved in his side activities. You are the sidekick and accomplice so whatever he’s guilty of, you’re supporting it.
What about if he chooses you? Simple: You’ve won the roulette game. But beware…
I don’t know how many times I have to say this but I’ll say it again. If your partner was cheating on someone to be with you, don’t believe it’s impossible for the same to happen to you. Don’t give me that bullshit about, “But we’re really in love and he didn’t love that other woman…” Whether he did or didn’t, he lied to her which means he’s not above lying. And if he’s not above lying, he could be lying about not loving her and he could be lying about loving you.
Only idiots believe that someone can only be in love with one person their entire life. No, I’m not saying that everyone will automatically love more than one person - if they love at all - but I am saying that there’s the possibility for someone to love more than one person, think they love more than one person, lust for more than one person, and definitely fuck more than one person. As long as those possibilities are out there, get your fucking head out of the sand and open your eyes.
Back to the topic - You don’t get to be the victim when you messed around with someone who was involved and got dumped. And you don’t get to accuse the person who dumped you of playing with your heart. He may have played with your heart but it doesn’t matter because you entered a situation where he was already supposed to be loyal to someone else. In essence, both you and he voided the contract of trust when you played the “Affair” game. You didn’t mind when he was being an asshole to sneak behind his wife or girlfriend to play with you nor did you mind entertaining his side affair so whatever he’s guilty of, you SUPPORTED it. Now that the tables have turned on you, you don’t get to play the victim or suddenly have a moral compass.
]]>I’ll try my hardest to keep this from being a long post because there really is a lot of common sense that blares out at the average individual. But by the time courts finish blundering everything and certain sides cry their way to innocence, common sense is thrown out the window.
The reason that I say that idiocy prevails in a bulk of these cases is because of the bottom line given to the supposed guilty person. In so many words, they’re told that the person with whom they had sex wasn’t in a mental capacity to accept or deny sex because they were drunk. Or, in layman’s terms, the woman (most cases) didn’t know what she was doing so anything that happened wasn’t her fault.
For those of you with simple common sense, you can already see why this, technically, should already be an open and shut case. So, you mean to tell me that two drunken out of control people who both sought to drown their intelligence in alcohol engage in sex and now one of them goes to jail?
Let’s take the model that maybe the female or other person was too drunk to be making sound judgments about sex. Well, that means that not only were they NOT responsible for anything sexual happening between them and others, and if the other person was drunk as well…THE SAME FUCKING THING APPLIES TO THEM!
Brain impairment due to alcohol is what it is. When a female gets drunk, her body doesn’t say to her, “Well you’re drunk now, baby, so just rest and pass out and you’re absolved of any responsibility,” and then for a male, “We’re going to leave you smart enough to fuck anything in sight.”
Now, let me cover my tracks some. If a person is passed out and another person engages in sex with them prior to them waking up, it’s rape. But, if you’re awakened somehow for some request of sex and you respond sexually, as in returning the affection or somehow letting the person know that at the time it’s okay, then that’s another issue.
Back to my original point. If one idiot is too drunk to be responsible for actions of a sexual nature and they engage with another idiot who is just as impaired as they are, they both should be considered crippled. They both should get the same treatment. This means that if one of them is guilty for having sex with an individual who had no control over their actions (you know, rape), then the other person should be guilty as well. Then somebody will say, “That’s stupid that they both get charged for rape.” Obviously. Which means nothing should happen to either of them.
It’s rather stupid that a judge or whomever will sit there and lecture one of the individuals on being more responsible with drugs/alcohol so that they don’t do things that they have no control over but then let their so-called victim be free of responsibility in the same degree.
But time and time again, (mostly) men are charged this way. Why? Mostly because too many people are hypocrites. Don’t people realize what’s happening when you say, “Well, I know both people were shit-faced but he has to be responsible for it” ? Let me tell you exactly what it means. For any jury, judge, lawyer, etc. to suggest that means one thing in their head alone: Females are too stupid to be accountable for things when they’re drunk but not males. Yes, that’s what you’re saying if you say out of two people under the same level of impairment, one of them should have known better, anyway.
Oh, that sounds bad doesn’t it? Don’t get mad at me. I suggest that they’re both equal in this regard and should both either be punished or unpunished. Multitudes of people don’t want to hear this, though. For a long time, people at a disadvantage (sexes, races, religions, etc.) have made it a point to benefit from their perceived “flaws”. For example, females will mostly tell you they’re equal to a man in any way whatsoever. Okay, that’s fine. But don’t try and yelp out weakness when it comes to you making a stupid decision much in the same way that a male did.
If you’re too weak, dumb, and ignorant to make a healthy decision about sex due to drugs/alcohol, then if the person you was with was under the same influences in a debilitating way, you both were too ignorant for any responsibility. Why is that so hard to understand? No matter what you say, the same can be applied to both. For instance, let’s say you tell the man, “Well, you should know how drinking too much can ruin your judgment.” Can you not turn around and tell the woman the same thing? Again, why is one more responsible than the other if they both were at idiotic levels of toxicity?
The real answer may simply be this: Guilt and Shame. I don’t believe for one moment that people who agree/subdue to sex with someone, while under the influence, ever charged the person later for rape unless they felt guilt and shame about what they did. And I shake my head at the hordes of people getting charged for rape due to these feelings. Rape has nothing to do with how you feel afterward, how much your friends laughed at you, how shameful you feel, how much you didn’t enjoy it, how you were drunk (but still accepting of it), or any other bullshit. Rape is about you not wanting right then before it happens. And just to piss off some more people, I’ll go as far as to say if you start out not wanting it and then move into an emotion of wanting it, the “rape” is scratched off and replaced with “seduction.”
So the next time you hear about two idiots engaging in wanton drunken sex, shake your head if one of them gets charged with rape on the account of the other partner being “too impaired” to make decisions of a sexual nature. Both should get charged or neither should get charged. Guilt and shame are not the same thing as rape.
]]>Perhaps, one of the reasons that it’s so funny to me because people don’t realize that they’ve been conditioned into accepting that “18″ was the cut-off point for an adult/child. Never once has there been an internal beacon in our inherit design that made “18″ the undisputed age of consent, legality, or ultimate maturity. In fact, a lot of growing up and coming to terms with one’s self happens beyond that age. As in, you’re constantly maturing whether it’s for the best or worst.
Yet, despite this fact, people will generally show some disgust when they hear of a man sleeping with a sixteen-year-old. Why? Because from the time that they were born, they have been instructed by society’s norms that the proper age was 18. But this is ludicrous, especially for people who live under laws that specifically say that the age of sixteen is the age of consent.
Do people really not realize the extremity of this idea? Maybe not. Surely, some of us can remember that it wasn’t always the case that “18″ was the magical number for being able to spread your legs or pump away. And you better believe that back when the life expectancy wasn’t nearly as high as it was today, people weren’t going to wait until roughly middle age to start having sex.
The only reason that I mentioned what went on in the past is so that I could provide a scenario for the future. On the one hand, you have previous dates in where the age of consent was sooner and now you have today’s cut-off point: either 16-18 with some variation in between and before those ages depending on the age of the partner.
Now here’s my scenario:
Let’s say that fifty years from now, Congress decides to pass a law stating that the new age of consent and/or adulthood is 25. Yes, I said 25. What exactly do you think will happen to the people born under that new law? I’ll tell you. Simply, the age of 25 will be ingrained into their mind and then anyone who is considered an adult who sleeps with someone who is 18 will be thought of as a pervert and/or child molester.
Now, what do you think that the people who were not born under that law will think? They most likely won’t care and, possibly, might just think that it’s ridiculous if that adult is brought up on some charges. In their head they will keep mulling over the idea that 18 is the true age of adulthood/consent. Why is that? Because of the era that they were born in.
Well, who is right and who is wrong? The answer is both and neither. According to the then new-age society, the “old-timers” would be wrong because of what the law states. But, according to the old geezers, the spring chickens will be absurd. However, neither of them are wrong because they both are just practicing a preference guided by law. Sure, legally it’s another issue but morally they are both on different sides of the fence. Yet, being as though neither have grounded knowledge in a “true” age of when somebody’s ready, they are just tossing about weird judgments.
Using just that model right there, you can easily make bridged connections between how the age of consent can be deemed right ONLY if you stay within the realm of what you were taught. But, you can see how it’s all relative once you compare it to actual past times and possible future ones. So, the question remains: What’s the real age of consent?
If you guessed 15, you’re still wrong. The real answer is that it depends. It varies from individual to individual. Society will try with all its might to suggest that the ages that they pick is based on maturity blah, blah, blah. This is idiotic. Anyone who is over 16 or 18 can clearly see the idiocy of the 16 and 18-year-olds, respectively. And that’s the way it always is: Older people will always see the fallibility, immaturity, and senselessness of those younger than themselves. This means that if your basis for a “proper” sex age is maturity, you can easily move the age all the way up to 40 and beyond.
And I know there’s some idiot going, “Well, you have to have the mental capacity to know what’s going on.” True. And whether or not people like to admit it, a lot of younger people do know what’s going on. What they might not be is smart enough to gauge all of the consequences. Therein lies the need for education. It is my firm belief that the more you coddle someone, preserve their innocence, and otherwise “baby” them, the longer they stay ignorant. Ever notice how kids who aren’t ridiculed with baby talk, learn to speak sooner than their counterparts? Ever notice how kids who are allowed/forced into real life ideas have a better grasp on reality? No, it doesn’t mean that they’ll do the right thing but they’ll know what the right thing is.
I’ll tell you one thing, though. Nature generally decides our body’s readiness for us however disgusting it might sound. It takes a special douche to tell nature that it’s wrong for prepping a 13-year-old for having babies if the body isn’t ready for it. Nature is pretty adamant on deciding an individual’s readiness to procreate, despite the intellectual level of that body. And we must all consider, if nature was that bad on deciding when an individual was ready despite the intellectual level how has the human race lasted so long?
Now, am I suggesting that if a 10-year-old goes through puberty that they should be allowed to have sex. Not at all. I’m not suggesting anything other than a law to decide sexual readiness is comical. And, maybe you should consider the situation before you go, “Eeww, he slept with a 15-year-old.” Remember, the age of 12 used to be a marrying (which means fucking) age.
And if you say to me, “Well, back then they were more mature,” I will ask you, “Why is that?” The answer will be because they weren’t allowed to bask in the glories of innocence and they had to perform mature tasks. The more you dumb down the youth’s intelligence by coddling them, the more 18 will start to look like 12.
Just some food for thought…
]]>Now that I got that out of the way, let me tell you what is irritating beyond belief. I’m a firm believer in people dealing with what they deal with because they want to. That is, anything that they have the physical ability to ignore, get away from, leave, but choose not to all in the name of giving excuses. So today’s topic is about women in abusive relationships. If you’re starting to feel the anger boil inside of you, save up your psychobabble bullshit until I’m completely done.
Now I’m not without some mercy so I’ll go ahead and give limited “safety” to two different situations. The first situation that I’ll partially & temporarily give an excuse for remaining in an abusive relationship is you having children that you believe will be endangered by your leaving. The other situation is that your leaving would put yourself at mortal danger. NOOOOOO, I’m not talking about mortal danger at the hands of your partner. I’m talking about a situation where the abusive partner has been making all of the money and if you leave right then and there you have no way to take care of yourself. Now, this situation is very limited in the fact that you only get this excuse for maybe a couple of weeks while you look for ANY job that will allow you to pay rent somewhere.
Now that we have the only two things where I’ll partially give you a free pass on - with the understanding that you should be changing these situations asap - let’s get on to the other people. First of all, if you don’t have any offspring with the individual and you have means of supporting yourself either fully/partially or with the help of others and you stay in an abusive relationship, I have a secret for you –> You love it.
Whoa, whoa, hold on for just a minute!!! Don’t get mad at me! It’s true; you love that shit. Whether you know it consciously or subconsciously you fucking love it. You see, everyone has their fetishes in life and not everyone needs/wants roses to feel loved. Some people just want a good old-fashioned ass beating to really “feel” the love in their relationship.
Okay, now all you fuckers who are about to come at me with psychoanalysis, I can save you the research. No matter how you word it, label it, redefine it, it still comes down to a very simple concept. Namely, that concept is the person wanting/needing that treatment or is willing to ignore it just like a bad argument. I don’t care if you tell me how emotionally trapped they are; this still means that they want it. I don’t care if you tell me how scarred their childhood was; this means that they still want it.
It doesn’t matter what you say to the situation whatsoever. For whatever emotional, psychological, or social reason this person feels the need to stay so they do. At best, they just take it like normal relationship drama that they’re willing to deal with. Take note: “They are WILLING to deal with it.” Like I said before, everyone has their fetishes and it’s time for everyone to understand that some people have a more violent palate than others. Do you need proof of this?
Go find any of your so-called victims who have been in this situation over a month where the violent behavior is a repeated event. Once you find them, ask them have they ever been given a way out. If not, offer them a way out. I suggest you do this to at least 50 to 500 “victims”. While doing this, record their responses down.
The first thing that I would like you to observe is how many people haven’t taken the way out or take your way out. The next thing I want you to notice is the excuses they give you. Look at how similar they will all be. For all the similarity that will play out in the responses I want you to understand this: They are all telling the same story which is a lie.
What you will get is a range of:
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In other words, you’ll get everything except, “Leave? Hell no, I love that shit!” which is the correct answer. And before you judge them, understand that everyone is allotted the weird shit that keeps people happy in relationships. But, sometimes these people are very very inconsiderate…
See, the punishment, beatings, slaps, and slams get these people off and then they get to reap the rewards of that feeling maybe mixed with some sex. But the only people that actually suffer are these people’s friends and family. Why? Because, these masochistic fucks continuously lie to them. See, they forget to tell their family and friends that they don’t really want to leave the relationship for whatever reason and that they are willing to deal with it. They lead people to believe that they are trapped, a victim, and that they need saving. So, these people stick their necks out to try and help these so-called individuals. Sometimes, it even gets to the point of family and friends being violently caught up in the situation but most times it’s all for naught.
Why is it for naught? Well, just go look at the percentage of the people returning to the situation or refusing to leave it. They’re crying “help me” but their actions prove otherwise. These people are A.D.D.I.C.T.E.D. That is: A Damn Drama-Queen(King) Involved Consensually To Evil Deeds
They don’t actually want your help. But that’s part of their game. The more like a victim they feel, the more they get off on the shit. Family and friends are merely pawns to their wonderfully played game. Do you understand now?
Now about those two conditions/exceptions I gave above. If your children are at risk, you better be doing everything in your power to swiftly change that situation. The exception doesn’t mean you get to sit comfortably in the situation. It means that you might have utilize stealthier methods to you and your kids’ escape. Of course, this is only if you truly want to get away and your kids are NEVER involved. But don’t be surprised if you mentally fuck up your kids. That’s what parents tend to do sometimes, anyway. As for the second exception, make real friends very quickly and get a job. There are all types of groups out in the world dedicated to saving any and everything from the smallest organism to the the whole world. Find one. Again, this is only if you truly want to get away. The answer to that will be in your actions.
Moral of the story: Some people like roses - Some people like biting - Some people like hair pulling - Some people like spankings - Some people like choking - Some people like being punched - Some people like all the above - But don’t waste your tears. People deal with what they want to deal with unless physically held hostage. If you find yourself mentally kidnapped….
Well, this world doesn’t need products like that. Survival of the fittest. Only the smart and progressive should procreate.
]]>Whatever the case may be, none of these situations warrant the request of a special date when it comes to the almighty Valentine’s Day. If you’ve not built up the time with someone or was already beginning to date someone prior to this day, what makes you think that someone should pop out of the blue and give you a wonderful V-Day? Isn’t this sort of like NOT being married for a number of years but wanting an anniversary? See how stupid that sounds?
But I’m not without a heart, however. I can understand a person just wanting someone to be with on this day. This should come with conditions, though. For instance, if you are someone trying to convince another to go out with you because you want to have something to do, not be alone, show off for friends or the one you really want, you need to bring something to the table. I don’t think it’s nice or romantic at all to request another person to go spend time/money on you for your sake without you bringing a nice offer in return. Quite specifically, I’m thinking about sexual relations.
OH, what’s the matter?! You say, “But I don’t know this person…We’re not a couple…I’m not attracted to them in that way!!!” Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Then don’t go out with the person for that date to have a “special” time of V-Day. The concept behind V-Day isn’t about platonic friends catching up on news about each other. There are 364 other days that you could’ve done this so if you didn’t venture to just have a “regular ‘ole special time” with the person prior to this, don’t plan on anything happening physically with this person, or just want to participate in an event that you don’t technically qualify for, you’re the greedy/selfish one.
Even worse are the people who are guilty of this and then have the audacity to get mad at the person for wanting/expecting something in the realm of continued dating afterward and/or sexual/sensual behavior. Why is it so wrong for the person to expect what’s normally associated with this holiday? After all, you want all the other parts that are associated with this holiday: time with someone, a date, dinner, whatever else. So, it’s okay for you to be a bitch and just select parts of the holiday you want - meaning all the “appearance” of looking like you’re wanted/loved - but it’s not ok for the gentleman/lady to want the remaining part…sexual/sensual behavior?
Could this, in fact, be why you’re alone in the first place? Your need to be selfish, illogical, and an equal partner might just be why you had to “hope” for a V-Day date. Now, this is not to say that everyone wants a date for that holiday or that there’s something wrong with you for not having a date. It is to say that for selfish bastards like that listed above, maybe you need to be alone on this day.
It’s just really tiring to hear every damn February 14. You get a bunch of people - normally females - crying about not having a date. Some of them did everything in their power to make sure they didn’t have a date throughout the year, but they somehow want a romantic event come this day.
What’s even worse are the ones who are with someone but feel the need to get a temporary replacement just for that day. Uh, no. Unless you AND your partner are into that lifestyle where you can do those things AND you plan on fulfilling all the parts of this day, you just stay put. So what that your boyfriend/husband/continuous-jump-off is a douchebag. You chose to stay with them so when it comes to V-Day, ready yourself for douchebaggery (This is my term and I don’t recall hearing it anywhere else so give me credit when you use it).
Don’t call the nice guy a bitch all year but seek him out for this day. Yes, you were right. He was/is a bitch. Now, let that bitch keep his money/time for this day if you’re not going to fuck him. Besides, nice guys weren’t built to get pussy. It’s an oxymoron. There are plenty of good assholes out there who can wow and dazzle if/when they want to.
Back to the point: If your independent, crazy, selfish, or normal ass had nothing to do with someone romantically/physically at any other point in time in the year (or working your way to that point) don’t go looking to extract certain elements of V-Day from them. It’s a none or all policy. You don’t get to fake the memory of a “loving” experience so that you can have a similar story to that of your girlfriends’. Your friends who had their REAL V-Day deserved it. They deserved it because they had been fucking (not sexually) with this individual on other days. They deserve because of all the arguments they had to put up with. They deserve it because they put time into it.
So, if you want to cheat and get the benefits of V-Day with an unknown/non-prospect then you better have more to offer other than batting eyelashes. No, it doesn’t have to be sex. But if it’s not, there better be something offered that’s worth you getting a day that you don’t qualify for. Here are some examples (feel free to alter as you need to in order to adjust for genders): more dates, money (after all, isn’t the person just doing the work of an escort?), seeing you naked (only if they haven’t seen you naked before), a man’s kiss* (see below), anything up to - but not having - full sex, etc.
So, think these things out more clearly in the future and stop always trying to get something for nothing. But as I often have to say, I understand why you do it. These fucking cuddle bitches just keep lowering the bar for things that women have to do. They always do the wrong things to try and get what they want from women. These wrong things are always the same: unwarranted niceness and giving in. Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT. The correct answer to, “Can you take me out for V-Day?” isn’t “Sure, anything you want and I’ll even pay for everything and help you call your boyfriend if you get really drunk!” The correct answer is, “What do I get in return?” And if the answer to that isn’t something that’s equal to or better than you taking them out, don’t do it.
* man’s kiss - a kiss where a guy/girl get’s full tongue; along with the kiss, there is groping - usually under the clothes (rubbing breasts/nipples; playing with the vagina); American variations include heavy petting to the point of completion a.k.a. cumming
]]>Guy’s use this labeling to denote a girl that is of a less bitchy status than your average female. She’s the type of female who identifies more with males than females. No, not for the simple fact that she can’t get along with females but for the fact that she truly identifies with males on a good level.
Full-time glamour females, or even females that are of more of a delicate state rarely understand why “guy’s girls” or gg’s manage to attract guys in a non-platonic way. They wonder, “Why the fuck would he want to talk with that little ‘tomboy’?” Well, the answer isn’t all that ambiguous. Guys love to be guys. When guys aren’t able to be themselves with the females that they deal with, they soon lose interest. This is why a male becomes perplexed when the same antics and jokes that attracted a female turns her into a whiny little bitch. In his mind, and in reality, he hasn’t changed. So it’s quite the fucking bugger when the whole basis of a guy “winning” a female - through him being himself and fun/funny - turns into a conversation about so-called maturity.
I think if there’s anything that can be said, it’s this: Being mature is not the same thing as not having a sense of humor. Once a lot of females understand this, they might reduce a bulk of the tensions that flow through those types of relationships. Yes, many guys may want an elegant and sexy woman but they cringe when this woman CAN’T HAVE FUN.
A guy’s girl tends to be able to do some basic things such as the following, though not concrete: tell/take jokes, drink beer (I know I’m stretching it), can enjoy the outdoors, knows how to leave the house for an event without making make-up the most worn item, can take a man looking at another female’s ass –
HOLD ON! I need to really get into this one right here. Females, if you are going to get mad at a male looking at another female’s ass, don’t date anybody. One of the goals of males in this world is surveying/inspecting every ass that passes his sight…even when he knows it’s going to be terrible. For you to take something like this personally is just insane
Look, the qualities of a guy’s girl is very simple: Bitch less, have fun more. If you’re wondering why guys like these types of girls, it’s because of those two things. No male is interested in having a glamour model/female whom he can’t touch because he might “mess up her make-up”. If we can’t touch the perfection, fuck it. Bottom line. Guys are not interested in females who live their life by the latest tabloid telling them what fashion is. If you know you damn near pass out and break your legs from high-heels and loathe it more than enjoying it, don’t fucking wear them. If you know that you can’t take jokes/humor, don’t get with the “funny guy” because all the other girls like him.
There is a deeper reason that guy’s girls are normally liked: they often are the females being themselves not being boxed in by all of the societal norms. It’s beyond irritating to be with a female who is trying to be like every other female. Look at the things that guy’s find exciting and then realize how all of your dainty ways are unnecessary.
Do understand this –> I’m not saying that every girl needs to be this but these are the reasons that guys that you wouldn’t think like these types of girls: they’re “real” and they’re fun. They give a lot less lip and throw their hand into adventure.
Consider this on the erotic side of things: So many girls want the spontaneous, love-enraptured, encounters that grace the story-lines of many of the fictitious fantasies that they encumber themselves with. Well, it’s pretty fucking hard to surprise someone with a completely erotic surprise when they require time to look “perfect” for ANY type of event, avoid nature at all costs, bitch about everything, and need consultation from all their friends/magazines/celeb-counterparts beforehand on what is “in”.
Guy’s girls know how to just go with the flow which is necessary in any fun-filled relationship where there are no constraints. As I’ve just said, there’s no need for people to try to force themselves to be guy’s girl…I’m just labeling out some of the things that make them attractive. They have all the spirit of a guy’s willingness and adventure with all the lovely curves to play with at the end…
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