YOUR WORLD AND MY WORLD COLLIDE

MUSIL HAD IT RIGHT

2012-01-18T19:31:00.000-08:00

“Strong emotional experiences are for the most part impersonal. Anyone who has hated another person so much that only chance stands between that person and death knows this, as does whoever has fallen into the catastrophe of a deep depression, anyone who has loved a woman to the dregs, anyone who has beaten others bloody or ever come up behind another person with muscles trembling. "Losing one's head," language calls it. Emotional experience is, in itself, poor in qualities; qualities are brought to it by the person who has the experience.” ~Robert Musil

MY FACE HIDES NOTHING...

For me that quote rings more then true. I hide nothing, I don’t have Gaga’s poker face or Eastwoods cool stare, I wear everything like a mask over my face and the more I’m pressed the more the look becomes chiselled onto my face.

I want to say so much but I know it falls on deaf ears; more than that…I want to drive over you with a semi-truck, push you from tall building or drown you in the ocean you see every day.

I want you…Yes YOU to finally realize I was and am right. For now I suppose I’ll just wear my discontentment until you fade to oblivion and I can remove the mask my emotions have created.

Connected to the Whole Wide World!

2011-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:00

The Steve Job’s, Bill Gate’s and Mark Zuckerberg’s of the world insist we should all be connected that our lives will be vastly improved by connecting to everyone and everything the world has to offer; but WHO are we connecting too?

We plug into social networking (that’s right, “the” social networking FACEBOOK) where we “friend” everyone we’ve ever met, the same people we once chose not to stay in relationships with. Let’s face it, the people we truly love and care about don’t vanish from our lives, they are removed, either by us or by them. When we find these acquaintances that we may have met once at a party, a cousins wedding, someone twice removed from a real friend, we send them the standard message “hey…how have you been, I’m good, I work here…what are you up to…and two or three other casual sentences and then they forever sit in your friends list where they become one more notch on our wall and forever waiting for that golden “like” on whatever crap they have to say that you really don’t give a shit about anyway. Then when you’re bored looking at the same old bullshit and quotes by famous smart people, authors and movie stars that these “friends” try to pass off as their own original thought, you start to add more people, scrolling down their friends lists and adding everyone they’ve ever met and their friends and them, and they…

We go to chat rooms to find people with seemingly similar interests and talk the msn speak about how easy it is to talk to someone you’ve never met who could very well be jerking off on your face while you pour your heart out about your dead dog. Chat roulette anyone? Save yourself time and just scroll through pictures of dicks. Not my idea of a good time.

We look for love on dating sites, scouring the internet looking for that picture of our next true love. Seriously…options like “wink” “flirt” “send a message” give me a break…”Hey” typed on my screen with a winky emicon doesn’t make me wet. Even if he has a picture of himself at a great angle ten years and twenty pounds ago. Where did old fashioned courting go? “Hey…add me on MSN so we can chat” loose translation, “I want to show my penis and gauge your reaction”. In fact it actually pisses me off more to wait while someone feebly tries to type small talk (in abbreviations no less) and I have to watch BigJohn69 is typing a message blinking below me for twelve minutes waiting to respond to whatever he throws out there at fifty fucking words a minute. Nothing breaks the heat like waiting; it makes me as hot as standing in the line-up at the pharmacy buying tampons. I’m sorry but a rose emicon is not the equivalent of fresh bouquet of flowers sitting on my desk for all of my co-workers to be jealous of. “A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet” Well, I have news for Shakespeare…emi is no rose and she smells like nothing but frustration!

We are giving up romance and personal touch for words or at least sort of…brb…ok, I’m back! Fucking stupid right? One push of a button and the ENTIRE WORLD and all of it’s sick and depraved people with all different motives and different backgrounds are one keystroke away from us. Scary thought really, you could have been chatting with a man who recently got an inheritance and acreage in Maple Ridge and you wouldn’t even know you were talking to Robert Pickton and he wouldn’t even be lying. But if you saw him in the flesh, would you know something was wrong????

We have seen every perversion laid out in front of us, come on…everyone logged on to 2girls1cup after we heard how disgusting it was. I’m still not sure what the allure was for me…I watched the entire thing, almost perplexed that there were two women in the world that would do this and if two would do it on tape, how many do this in their home. How many people do I know that would actually think that was hot or worse, have done it? I opened the door…and that’s the shit that walked in! I prefer the days before mass connection, ignorance is bliss!!!!!

Hobo with a...Lawnmower! x 2

2011-07-04T18:46:00.000-07:00

Motherfucker - His name is DEAN! Like D.E.A.N.

Hobo with a...Lawnmower!

2011-07-03T14:46:00.000-07:00

A few months ago when it started to get nice out I realized it was time to clean up that yard, mow the lawn and plant a garden. One problem, I’m not fond of yard clean up, mowing the lawn or gardening. Second problem, I don’t even own a lawnmower, a rake, gardening supplies and I’m rather surprised that I have real garbage cans.

Here’s the lucky part…

I live in the ghetto, complete with hobos and a full police presence most days knocking down the grow ops. However, I guess one particular hobo took one look at my yard and figured I must need help. He knocked on the door, told me he and his friend had a lawnmower and wouldn’t mind doing the yard work for a small fee of $20.

So there it was, not a sexy lawn boy like a woman my age should have but…2 hobos! Yep, HOBOs!!!

Gean and Pete from down the street (have I mentioned I live in the ghetto). For $20 they do it all, mow the front, the back and get rid of any garbage. I for some reason hang on to garbage – I can never remember what day garbage day is or for some reason my brain believes that the garbage will drag itself to the curb.

Gean is the deal maker and the fast talker and Pete is the silent worker, quietly mowing without complaint while Gean makes jokes and bums (no pun intended) cigarettes. They smell like beer and B.O. but hey the job gets done. I think that’s what Charlie Sheen would call “Winning”. Sorry – I couldn’t resist throwing a bit of Sheen.

The first time they came to mow my conversation with Gean went something like this:

Me – “My name is Julie by the way, what’s yours?”
Gean – “Gean”
Me – “Gene”
Gean – “No…Ge..an”
Me – “Ok, Gene”
Gean – “No…like G.E.A.N”
Me – “Yeah…Gene”
Gean – *shakes his head*, “Don’t worry about it”.

After the lawn was mowed and the guys were paid Gean told me that his other buddy (I guess Hobo number 3) was going to the dump in the morning so him and Pete would be back to take my garbage either later in the evening or tomorrow morning – sounded good to me. A couple hours later (and I’m sure a few beers with that fresh 20 dollar bill I gave them) I looked out the window to see Gean and Pete with a shopping cart. You guessed it, they had it to take the garbage. They loaded up my garbage in the cart and strolled away. Where that garbage ended up, I have no idea – do I think it’s sitting at the dump – Not a chance!

Cyberland Fucktards

2010-06-10T21:25:00.000-07:00

Cyberspace Fucktards

That’s right bitches, I’m back and with a fucking vengeance. I lost sight of what I loved for just a little while but the bitch is back and ready to write.

Fuck: sleep together: have sexual intercourse with
Tard: Mental retardation is a generalized disorder, characterized by subaverage cognitive functioning and deficits

Put 2 and 2 together: FUCKTARD

So what is a cyberspace fucktard? This is the guy who spends so much time living in a delusional fantasy world created by his own warped self opinion of his complete and utter confidence that he could fuck the whole world into simultaneous orgasm. Usually brought on by over fantasizing via internet and other twenty-first century communication devices.

Also known as “porn brain” he can’t actually practice outside of said thought and is only capable of sex via photo shopped pictures placed on myspace or facebook, emails to stupid people who believe bullshit, and of coarse text messages. He looks at said photos or words and jerks off, this in turn makes him feel like a real man because the object of his desire has neither a word or a thought, just a face or body in which to spunk over that would not or could not tell him how he couldn‘t live up to the expectations in his own brain. This, the same brain that’s been pounding the masses to total satisfaction for what could be years now.

Must someone be completely devoid of all human traits and the need for human contact? Some of us here on planet earth walk, talk, interact, and fuck each other - IN PERSON! Maybe if I or the object of your desire just sat there with our eyes bright eyed and mannequin like, careful not to mumble a word, could you perform? Come on Fucktard, are you with me?

Does it make you nervous I might actually tell you how I might not like it, or worse…you can’t make me cum like you’ve disillusioned yourself into believing? That one big gush you’ve convinced yourself that only you, the man of mine and every other women’s dreams can give me. Clearly you may need the practice on a human body.

Time to leave cyber land my friend. Here’s a thought, take baby steps before approaching a real girl. There are certain “dolls” available for you to use at reasonable prices if the real thing is to challenging. After dolls, throw a $50 down for a prostitute, tell her there is a tip if she lays completely still and when you’re mediocre job is done, lies to you and tells you how no one has ever been such a fantastic fucking lay and she’s seen a lot of cock my friend. A real ego booster. I repeat - BABY STEPS!

It can be extremely self reflecting when you go after a real woman and I empathize with you. You have been in your own reality so long, you may fully believe you are the king of pussy! This is hard (Ha! No pun intended) to move from screen to skin, but keep on keeping on Cyber Fucktard and one day you can move up the ladder to a being a normal everyday fucking asshole!

The Other F Word

2009-09-11T21:51:00.000-07:00

friend .. (frnd)

n.....

1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.....

2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.....

3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.....

4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement....

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When meeting someone you automatically classify them in a group. This is often developed in your self conscience and one may not be fully aware of what category you have classified a person in until it is thrust into your face. Some of these meetings can be incredibly clear, even at first glance: girlfriend/boyfriend material, pleasant colleague, casual acquaintance, enemy, etc. Some are not clear, like the “friend” guy or girl.....

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So what happens when a person says friend, and doesn’t mean it, but the other feels a strictly platonic bond? ....

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Friendship is the mutually cooperative and supportive behavior between two or more people. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as the exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors. Yet for some, the practical execution of friendship is little more than the trust that someone will not harm them.....

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This definition of friendship is taken from Wikipedia and nowhere does it say that in friendship that the parties involved will partake in sexual activities. I have found that people who are afraid to ask for what they want often refer to new people (in the sex of their interest) in their lives as friends. Saying such things as “You’re such a good friend,” “You’re like my best friend,” this is the kiss of death. You can NOT advertise your new budding relationship as friendship if you want more; it’s like leading someone on, they think they are getting one thing and getting something totally different. You can not promise to be loyal and have respect for someone if you are busy trying to deceive them into falling for you. ....

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YOU MUST BE UPFRONT, once you announce a friendship - you are a friend and expected to act as one. Now I know that sometimes you may wake up from a dream where you have “enjoyed” your friend a little too much and start to see them in a different light - this happens but that’s not what I’m talking about. I am strictly talking about those individuals who deceive for fear of rejection. Really, all you are doing is setting yourself up for a purely sadomasochistic relationship. ....

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I have had men in my life where I have thought they were great friends, we did everything together, had long conversations, and seemed to have unlimited commonalities until I started dating someone. Then, the person I thought would never leave me because they were such a great “f” word was gone. I guess without the possibility of sex I was way less interesting. ....

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This is the worst betrayal. Losing a friend is sometimes harder then losing someone you have been dating. You expect more from a friend. ....

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If you are the person who drops the “f” word and doesn’t mean it and then gets mad when that person sees you as a friend - what right do you have to be angry and disappear? You are in the wrong - you have been deceiving the person from day one and get angry when they don’t reciprocate feelings they didn’t know were there. ....

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I think it would be easier if you took the rejection then to wait and build more feelings for that person just to be shot down and then spend your time crying about how awful they were to you (remember when I said sadomasochistic?). They weren’t awful, they were honest and you are a fraud! Besides, maybe you wouldn’t get rejected, maybe with honestly comes a great relationship because once you get in the friend zone you will forever be solidified in their brain as a friend

Twisted Media

2009-09-06T20:16:00.000-07:00

I wouldn’t normally touch on such topics as the media but I think it’s time I did. When I go to the grocery store I can’t help but see these tabloid stories of these reality “stars” who at one time were extremely popular for the simple fact they built a show on clips of a dressed up family life of a not so conventional family and I can’t help but feel a bit nauseous.

I am of coarse referring to Jon and Kate Plus Eight. I have never watched the show myself as I hate the fake reality these shows portray but since I don’t live in a cave I do know about the show itself.

So at one time this show was extremely popular, people would tune in once a week to watch this particular family and see these cute little children and the parents who had been blessed with them. So once a week there would be a birthday, a house renovation, Christmas or whatever seemed TV worthy and people would tune in from all over North America to watch and applaud the American idealism.

But just like in real life marriages are not perfect. I’m sure the pressures of eight children and a camera crew watching your every move can start to weigh on you. I think in creating TV REALITY you forget what is actually reality and what is blown up media bullshit fiction. So what happens? Life happens and with life comes bad choices. Jon cheats on his wife.

Now in my world, a cheater is a cheater and they have no excuse. I don’t care if someone wants to play the victim card. You are married - You cheated - You’re a bastard! Instead of offering support and starting the, I hate Jon fan club, the media goes after Kate. I’m sorry, isn’t Kate the victim here.

“FROM MOM TO MONSTER!” What? I don’t understand, Jon cheats on her, with eight kids no less, and it’s okay because she’s a monster? Typical media bullshit! When did she become a monster? A week before all of North America was tuning into her show, applauding her for her mothering skills and ability to handle eight children, write books, and smile for the cameras, but Jon cheats and now he’s excused because apparently we, the viewers, didn’t know she was a monster.

How is it that just a few weeks before Jon cheated, the children were cute little actors and now they are exploited children forced into a life in front of the cameras? Where was this rationality before? Are they exploited now because real life got in the way of reality? So why doesn’t the media leave these poor exploited children alone, stop taking pictures of them with claims of unhappiness and apparent abuse and let the parents deal with the impending divorce? I guess Kate isn’t the only one who would supposedly put money above the lives of these children is she? The media should be ashamed and so should the wagon jumpers that bought into this media propaganda.

KATE IS A VICTIM, PLAIN AND SIMPLE!

Three Reasons to not want a RELATIONSHIT

2009-08-02T22:43:00.000-07:00

I have had it. I am so sick of people being treated like shit at the hand or words or inaction of other human beings.

Why is it when you are in a “relationship” with someone people they just want you to suck up every thoughtless gesture or comment?

What about these people who start a relationship with someone and when they hurt their feelings in some way, shape or form and when they tell the person this they look at them like their crazy. I’m sorry, I am not some inane person who is going swallow every bit of shit you try to cram down my throat. Some people think that they can do or say anything to you and you are supposed to take it like some mindless bobble head with no feelings. Like the whole fucking world should suck on Prozac to make your life easier – god forbid we differ.

Worse is the person who starts said relationships and never calls a person again. So they are finished with you and your love for your own self esteem and then give you that one final lying dribble, that final kiss off text or email or that phone call with the classic “I’ll call you later.” Then they are never to be heard from again. Then you sit there wondering if it’s you, like somehow you are only justified as a human being if they give you the respect you deserve. Is it so hard to say, “I’m just not feeling it?”

No, these people just think they can run and hide and think by telling you what they think you want to hear, because they’ve been backed into the “shit! I just got a text from them and now how the hell am I going to get them to go away?” – The, I’ll call you later – is somehow going to last until the next time you accidently run into them or worse indefinitely. What the hell are they thinking?

So, these people just think that they can just hang around you; occupy your time via text or email or phone; say nice things to you; make plans and then just leave with no explanation and you are supposed to just ingest it. Pardon my confusion but weren’t you the person that said I’ll call you later. When the hell is later? And when did I loose your respect. I’m sorry did I have an opinion you didn’t share, a thought out of place, a fucking hang nail, what?

And last but not least, the mind game players. I hate games, there are no rules, if you want to call, then call. I don’t care if it’s been 3 days or not, if you’re thinking about me call! Or the person who can never give you a straight answer, usually because they are working every known angle to maximize their partner counts – stupid players. They come when they want to, inconvenience you in some way, and convince you – only when they’ve given you the some of their precious time, usually at their leisure – that you are so wonderful and only you can make them happy or complete, only to rip the carpet from beneath you when you realize you’ve been dealt a hand full of crumbs – well I want the whole saltine and a glass of fucking water.

I have an idea – give yourself an egg wash, roll around in your fucking crumbs and stick yourself in the fucking oven and bake until crispy!

Athena's Divine Comedy

2009-07-21T21:31:00.000-07:00

Similar to Dante’s The Divine Comedy, marriage moves through three realms but in the opposite direction to Dante’s journey. Let me explain.

The first realm - Paradiso.

For the newly married, it is paradise. This is the beginning of the relationship where your significant other can do no wrong and where their little “corks” are considered cute.

Ahhh paradise, where the butterflies seem to live in your stomach without break. Where you have an aching to see each other every minute of everyday and no longer have a need to have any life without your partner. Your single and fun friends disappear and you won’t notice. Where sharing food, holding hands, and making your new “couple” friends blush over your public displays of affection feel so natural. All is perfect and you have embarked on a new and exciting life together awaiting a perfect future. You think to yourself that if you love someone so much now, this love can only increase, right?

The second realm – Purgatorio.

This is when you have you been married a few years and the routines begin. Spaghetti night on Mondays, cards with the neighbours on Tuesdays, Wednesday is boys/girls night (purely, good clean fun consisting of other spouses of other couples you met together), Thursday is Grey’s Anatomy, Friday is help yourself to anything in the fridge dinner night, Saturday is housecleaning and errands, Sunday is visiting with family. These are things you start to do religiously, in fact the routine has become so routine you can’t think outside of the box you've created.

By this time, your single friends have all but disappeared. They do still send an occasional email or give you a quick call, but have a running joke that you're no longer allowed to go outside. You bump into them on occasion and they tell you about their super exciting weekend, people they met, traveling they’ve done and you politely smile. You tell your partner later that you ran into them and regurgitate their stories. Usually during this time your partner will laugh it off and talk about how “empty and shallow” their lives seem and you yourself may even agree.

Your significant others corks have become who they are and have lost the “cute” appeal they once had. No spontaneity is left in your relationship, except for the occasional birthday or anniversary and those "events" seem more like you're being put out then having a good time. There are NO surprises and nothing is left to the imagination. You think about it sometimes but swallow this fate as you can see no problem with it other then seeing no problem – your mind is locked inside it's own purgatory.

The third realm is especially tricky and in fact consists of 9 circles of hell – Inferno.

1_Limbo – You start to find your existence dull and unfulfilling yet you still haven’t found a way to fix it, so you sit and ponder. You start to email and call your old friends, plotting a way out of the house.
2_Lustful – It seems by this stage you will look for a new model where life will be again fun, spontaneous, and eventful. You look for anyone to fill this void. You start to envy everyone who is still allowed to have fun, and you want your friends back.
3_Gluttonous – You want more! You crave food, sex, or anything that will make you feel better and you want a lot of it. The more the better!
4_Hoarders and Spendthrifts – You start to plot, you want out, but you don’t want to give away everything you’ve worked for. So you start a little secret nestegg and become increasingly aware of every dime your partner is spending – this builds resentment.
5_Wrathful – Your resentment has turned to anger. Your partners corks now feels like nails down a chalkboard and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end when you see them. When they make a little snort when they laugh or tell the same story you’ve heard a hundred times before, you feel nauseous and you can feel your hate swelling in your stomach killing each butterfly slow and painfully. You become increasingly pissed off because you used to have friends and now you’re stuck with these married, spouse approved bores and you want your FUCKING FRIENDS BACK!
6_Heretics – You start to hate marriage, everything about marriage. You believe it to be a barbaric institution that your friends and family had convinced you was a logical step for human nature. You start to resent them for pushing you into this horrible life and wish you had never been born. You now start to see your old friends again and condemn marriage. You constantly talk of it horror and warn others against it. You are no longer yourself and your old friends can easily pick this up. Hatred spews from you and you can’t remember the last time you said something positive.
7_Violent – Your anger has been festering for so long that you can’t help but express it in physical ways. You may take your frustration out while weeding and tear up your entire yard in a fit of uncontrolable anger. You may come across a broken appliance and throw it out the window – there will be many ways you will lose it. You start to scream at the smallest of things. Those “corks” now cause a fight and you can’t help but express your hatred towards everything they do and say. You say all the nasty things that have been festering for years and now you want your partner to know that you hate them, in fact you’ll tell anyone who will listen that you hate them. You stop wanting to see your “couple” friends because you hate them too. Your old friends may not want to see you, because you're horrible to be around – your constant complaining and frustration is a downer and as one or two of them may try to comfort you, but they can’t help you.
8_Fraudulents – You now know your leaving and its time to start covering up all of the horrible things you’ve done up to this point. You deny any wrong doing and you convince yourself that it is entirely their fault, for everything! You twist everything, you lie and deny every horrible action, in fact you can’t even tell what the truth is anymore. The only thing you are completely sure of is you hate them!
9_The Bottom of the well (DIVORCE) – This is hell on earth, when the thoughts of killing them and spending the rest of your life behind bars seems favourable to living with them for another second. So what sits at the bottom of the well? LAWYERS! This is the accountability circle, when all of your actions from the previous eight circles get thrown back at you. When the lawyers dig, and pry and get rich off your misery.

The Grasshopper and the Parasite

2009-07-13T20:26:00.000-07:00

Bloodsucker n.

1. An animal, such as a leech, that sucks blood;
2. An extortionist or a blackmailer;
3. A person who is intrusively or overly dependent upon another; a parasite.

Often men come into our lives that require a compassionate soul to lean on. This guy can be just out of a bad relationship or even still half in one. They often present themselves as the guy friend and even convince us they’re our best friend.

My young friend who I’ve named Grasshopper was recently in this type of relationship. She met a guy, we’ll call The Parasite. In the beginning when they met the Parasite had just gotten out of a bad relationship. He would talk to the Grasshopper for hours, complaining about his ex. He would tell her that she was so thoughtful and generous and really knew how to listen. He convinced her that she had become his best friend. So do they live happily ever after? NO!

At times the Parasite wanted to be not only best friends, but friends with benefits so to speak. This thrilled the young Grasshopper, finally a great guy, who was sensitive and caring and liked her as a person, enough to call her his best friend and who could really see what she had to offer as a person. (Spoiler Alert – men do this if they think you are losing interest in their problems or they need to feel like a man)

During the Parasites many rough patches, he started to spend time with his ex again and he no longer wanted the benefits he had once asked for, in fact never spoke of them again as if it had never happened. Although he and his ex had not gotten back together the Parasite would try to win her undying affections again, leaving the Grasshopper to pick up the pieces of his failed attempts. She was in fact his best friend right? She sat for hours listening to him complain about the other woman, never once complaining about where the mention “benefits” had gone and growing anger that this other woman was just playing all these games with him, completely unaware that he was playing them with her. Full of anger towards the ex and with the thoughts of one day he will be free from this “evil” woman she sat patient waiting for him to see her and realize that she was the better woman.

After some time passed and nothing changed between this ménage a trios; she in fact had a problem or two of her own in which she needed a friend. As she attempted to speak to him on issues that were solely her own, he changed the subject back to his broken heart and his countless issues. He was jobless, girlfriendless, and completely oblivious to the fact that most of his issues were his own fault.

Awhile more had past and the in-person meetings between the Grasshopper and the Parasite had come to a halt and the phone calls/texting/Facebooking/Online Chatting had slowed and it had become apparent to the Grasshopper that the Parasite had finally cured himself of his neediness or found a new host on which to feed. But being a good friend she tried repeatedly to contact him – they were best friends right? He would say he was going to phone later, say he would “try” to make time for her, “try” to see her soon but became increasingly unavailable. So unavailable in fact, he stopped responding all together. I guess the Grasshopper was no longer a use to the Parasite as he was full and finally happy.

I told her to start deleting and blocking him. She was reluctant at first thinking that her friend would come around, be back soon, and see the light. So we put it to the test. I said text him and see if he responds. Three pints low she did and never got a response. So she deleted him to see if he would even notice – HE DIDN’T!

Women often find strays, some woman’s garbage that will find you, a caring soul full of life and love, and use you until they get her back or someone else without any problems of their own that can cater to their every whim. They never take their “friends” seriously as mates or see them other then bodies on which to feed. Once you present yourself as a listener requiring nothing for yourself, you become food for their manhood. They will drain you and not look back at the carnage created by their feasting.

So why do we fall for it? We want a man who is sensitive and caring. We see these men as willing to sacrifice their souls for the one they love and we want a piece. We want a man to feel that way about us, a man who can’t exist devoid of us, who is torn into a million pieces without us. Unfortunately it isn’t us and it will never be us, at least with him. This is a true predator, a wolf in loves clothing.

But don’t feel too bad for the young Grasshopper, she may be sad and torn but she still has enough energy to leave one final thought:

Dear Parasite,
I hate you. You are a loser. You have ripped my heart out and I hope you’ve had fun doing it.
Your most recent ex-best friend,
Better off without you
Grasshopper