The end of an error
Some things just aren't worth it. I'm going to stop being an idiot as I have been and just cut my losses. My friends who know the story said this person from the start was a "weirdo" "coward "insecure" "stupid," among other much more colourful terms, and I didn't want to believe it. They told me to choose people instead of taking what's presented to me, and I didn't listen. I thought this person was truly nice and worth an effort in getting to know, but I was wrong. I misjudged. He's not a nice person, in fact, he's pretty mean a lot of the time. He can be nice sometimes, really sweet, but then he'd immediately do a 180 and be really mean. I'm tired of having my ego jabbed and being put down over nothing. Trying to be nice, going out of my way to try to be nice, and having it seen as creepy and not at face value, I don't like that sort of thing, as though everyone has a hidden agenda. I like keeping things on the up and up, and people who see that differently, they have a lot to hide and aren't the sort to really trust; snakes in the grass. The dreams, I figure, are just because I'd talk to this person most. Shoot, I have dreams of bathtubs!
I tried to not do my standard sudden departure, so I did a very slow sabotage instead. Actually, it wasn't slow, it was right at about a week, after this person told me of their feelings. Both get an out, and he gets an ego boost that may help with his insecurities even though the stuff he said and did deserve a major put down. Overall, what I find most interesting are the things this person pressed the most to me that I initially didn't want to do, when I flipped it and kept bringing up those things to him, he got freaked out. What's good for the goose is good for the gander? It rarely ever is. No one can out sabotage me. Now, I can get back to business as usual.
Amazing how fitting this one was; wrote it 4 days ago. I couldn't have planned it better.
Someone stole the tusk of a walrus
They ran right through a trapdoor.
The tusk, turns out, was taken by a pervert
He needed something to fap for.
I tried to not do my standard sudden departure, so I did a very slow sabotage instead. Actually, it wasn't slow, it was right at about a week, after this person told me of their feelings. Both get an out, and he gets an ego boost that may help with his insecurities even though the stuff he said and did deserve a major put down. Overall, what I find most interesting are the things this person pressed the most to me that I initially didn't want to do, when I flipped it and kept bringing up those things to him, he got freaked out. What's good for the goose is good for the gander? It rarely ever is. No one can out sabotage me. Now, I can get back to business as usual.
Amazing how fitting this one was; wrote it 4 days ago. I couldn't have planned it better.
Someone stole the tusk of a walrus
They ran right through a trapdoor.
The tusk, turns out, was taken by a pervert
He needed something to fap for.