Trying to survive the broken people.
I was in a tragic relationship with a female of your species. I first spotted her on a bus, and she appeared to me to have been very neglected and wanting of love. At last, my theories could be put to the test. I wagered to love this strange creature with all my heart, and prove to all science that there is transcendence through relationship, if not cognitive intercourse. Alas, I returned my foot to ye olde mouth when, after enduring her reprisals for umpteen minutes, and saying, "You're so deperate!" (The implicaiton being that she need not be so deperate), while she rejoined with, "I can't help it, madman! I am a desperate woman!"
Now, you who are the dating scene, if you want to succeed in dating, then the first thing you do not do is shout at your prospector about how tragically desperate you are. To do so more than displays any lack of understanding of reverse psychology, it simply displays a complete misunderstanding of human nature, if not logic itself. When you meet someone special, you don't tell him that you are, every day, wishing away the suicide scars on your arms, with great prospects of success, because you are so connected with the amazingness of the universe. Because, half a year later, that very same suitor is going to look at your arms and say, "I don't see any changes here." And then you don't blow up at him in a demented fit, as if everything is his fault, because your suicide scars are not healing, according to your dictates.
This post is about how broken people clutch onto other people thinking that their broken words and promises and threats will keep them close, when, in fact, doing such will actually very seriously distance normal people, very, very far away. Rather, such advertisements of brokenness will only do one of two things: 1 - Entrap some damn naive innocent empathic fool, or, 2 - Bring suckering to your teat just the sort of messed up person you have known in the past and need to know until you die. You say things like, "You are the most amazing person possible," and then turn around and cut and undermine your lovedove in every way possible, well, this is just messed up. What you deserve to get for messed up is more messed up.
So, you want to extend love and trust to someone. One good way is by helping them, where they need help. Instead, you set up a situation where they are dependent on you, and have a very difficult time of finding their own freedom. You attach strings to helping them. You set up demands. You require them to dance through hoops. Because this is all about you.
But, instead of actually helping them, you end up costing them thousands of dollars. Now, who is going to warm up to your delusional, self-serving promises? An intelligent, normal, healthy person? Or some damned idiot? Correct. The answer is: some damned idiot. If you want more damned idiots in your life, then, well, keep doing what you are doing. But you will never find love this way. What you will find is control... versus oppositional control.
You don't help someone by degrading them, mistrusting them, berating them, putting demands upon them, detesting them, controlling them, or incapacitating them. You may build up, better, a society of fuck-ups, but you are not helping any normal person. And when you destroy their reputation, their references, their alternatives, their credit rating or their income, what you are doing is creating some kind of mini-me clone of your own pathetic hubris, destined to fail, and destined to fail you, as well. Is it failure you are seeking, over the rainbow? Do you get into so-called loving relationships because you have an overwhelming need to destroy or be destroyed? Then, I tell ya... Take me back to the Middle Ages and off with your head.
All your life, you've been wanting that perfect Ken Doll, in that perfect house out in the fringes of suburbia. So, you marry a guy who looks familiar to that Ken Doll, or has money, or has all the things you spiritually lack, or covet, covet to own. It's all a sham to disguise the fact that you insist on being alone. So, this guy, maybe he's a stay-at-home dad, and you trade stocks, and, one day, you cannot understand why he has been spending month after month, burning off his surfeit testosterone, concocting jealous scenarios of you with other men, especially since he has seen you hugging and laughing with other men.
And you can't understand why he is now stabbing you to death when clearly all you ever wanted was for everything to be perfect. How did you break this one? I'll tell you. You know how some people worship false idols? Other people worship false confabulations, and try to stick them onto everyone else in their lives.
Your life isn't working, and so you decide your mate is boring, which gives you the right to slip out, unseen, and eventually sleep with some other person. In your dark psyche, this action is you, stabbing your mate in the back, because you disagreed about coffee creamer a few months ago. So, your mate gets enough sense to leave you, and you end up being a cocaine mule for your new boyfriend, Manuel. Broken is what you started with, broken is what you aimed for, broken is how you ended up. It is the same for billionaires. Actually, it is even more the same for billionaires.
Do you know what money does, after it pays the bills? It keeps you wherever you were when you were a child. If you were a broken child, you will try to use money to break the people you love, and to break the people you hate, and to break the people you decide owe you something.
The little girl who had a daddy who ignored or, when he was with her, maligned her, grows up to be daddy's little success story, who expects abuse from everyone she meets, and if she doesn't get it, she abuses - just like daddy did. Broken people expect to be treated like broken people, and if they don't get it - they will try to break you.
It is good that there are professionals, who are paid to help broken people, with a limitted amount of success. But, there are way more broken people than can be treated or helped. And it is mainly the coddled class who get to have their issues addressed. Meaning that the real, the big, the sanctioned people-breakers are all out there, on the streets, in the courts, in the economy, in the news, in your bedroom, all getting away with their dirty shit, trying to bring us all down to the level of animals, one by one, cut by cut, as if they are on some kind of holy mission, and they just don't stop unless you kick their ass. Or, at least, simply leave.
But, be on guard. The really, really broken people will come after you like rabid zombies, or the mafia, insistent upon proving you morally, or spiritually, or at least politically, horrible. You must be the fault. You should never have looked me in the eye. Now we have a compact. As if blood brothers until death.
Now, you who are the dating scene, if you want to succeed in dating, then the first thing you do not do is shout at your prospector about how tragically desperate you are. To do so more than displays any lack of understanding of reverse psychology, it simply displays a complete misunderstanding of human nature, if not logic itself. When you meet someone special, you don't tell him that you are, every day, wishing away the suicide scars on your arms, with great prospects of success, because you are so connected with the amazingness of the universe. Because, half a year later, that very same suitor is going to look at your arms and say, "I don't see any changes here." And then you don't blow up at him in a demented fit, as if everything is his fault, because your suicide scars are not healing, according to your dictates.
This post is about how broken people clutch onto other people thinking that their broken words and promises and threats will keep them close, when, in fact, doing such will actually very seriously distance normal people, very, very far away. Rather, such advertisements of brokenness will only do one of two things: 1 - Entrap some damn naive innocent empathic fool, or, 2 - Bring suckering to your teat just the sort of messed up person you have known in the past and need to know until you die. You say things like, "You are the most amazing person possible," and then turn around and cut and undermine your lovedove in every way possible, well, this is just messed up. What you deserve to get for messed up is more messed up.
So, you want to extend love and trust to someone. One good way is by helping them, where they need help. Instead, you set up a situation where they are dependent on you, and have a very difficult time of finding their own freedom. You attach strings to helping them. You set up demands. You require them to dance through hoops. Because this is all about you.
But, instead of actually helping them, you end up costing them thousands of dollars. Now, who is going to warm up to your delusional, self-serving promises? An intelligent, normal, healthy person? Or some damned idiot? Correct. The answer is: some damned idiot. If you want more damned idiots in your life, then, well, keep doing what you are doing. But you will never find love this way. What you will find is control... versus oppositional control.
You don't help someone by degrading them, mistrusting them, berating them, putting demands upon them, detesting them, controlling them, or incapacitating them. You may build up, better, a society of fuck-ups, but you are not helping any normal person. And when you destroy their reputation, their references, their alternatives, their credit rating or their income, what you are doing is creating some kind of mini-me clone of your own pathetic hubris, destined to fail, and destined to fail you, as well. Is it failure you are seeking, over the rainbow? Do you get into so-called loving relationships because you have an overwhelming need to destroy or be destroyed? Then, I tell ya... Take me back to the Middle Ages and off with your head.
All your life, you've been wanting that perfect Ken Doll, in that perfect house out in the fringes of suburbia. So, you marry a guy who looks familiar to that Ken Doll, or has money, or has all the things you spiritually lack, or covet, covet to own. It's all a sham to disguise the fact that you insist on being alone. So, this guy, maybe he's a stay-at-home dad, and you trade stocks, and, one day, you cannot understand why he has been spending month after month, burning off his surfeit testosterone, concocting jealous scenarios of you with other men, especially since he has seen you hugging and laughing with other men.
And you can't understand why he is now stabbing you to death when clearly all you ever wanted was for everything to be perfect. How did you break this one? I'll tell you. You know how some people worship false idols? Other people worship false confabulations, and try to stick them onto everyone else in their lives.
Your life isn't working, and so you decide your mate is boring, which gives you the right to slip out, unseen, and eventually sleep with some other person. In your dark psyche, this action is you, stabbing your mate in the back, because you disagreed about coffee creamer a few months ago. So, your mate gets enough sense to leave you, and you end up being a cocaine mule for your new boyfriend, Manuel. Broken is what you started with, broken is what you aimed for, broken is how you ended up. It is the same for billionaires. Actually, it is even more the same for billionaires.
Do you know what money does, after it pays the bills? It keeps you wherever you were when you were a child. If you were a broken child, you will try to use money to break the people you love, and to break the people you hate, and to break the people you decide owe you something.
The little girl who had a daddy who ignored or, when he was with her, maligned her, grows up to be daddy's little success story, who expects abuse from everyone she meets, and if she doesn't get it, she abuses - just like daddy did. Broken people expect to be treated like broken people, and if they don't get it - they will try to break you.
It is good that there are professionals, who are paid to help broken people, with a limitted amount of success. But, there are way more broken people than can be treated or helped. And it is mainly the coddled class who get to have their issues addressed. Meaning that the real, the big, the sanctioned people-breakers are all out there, on the streets, in the courts, in the economy, in the news, in your bedroom, all getting away with their dirty shit, trying to bring us all down to the level of animals, one by one, cut by cut, as if they are on some kind of holy mission, and they just don't stop unless you kick their ass. Or, at least, simply leave.
But, be on guard. The really, really broken people will come after you like rabid zombies, or the mafia, insistent upon proving you morally, or spiritually, or at least politically, horrible. You must be the fault. You should never have looked me in the eye. Now we have a compact. As if blood brothers until death.