Tuesday, 25 September 2012

About the long weekend...

The reason why I was so... abrupt in my speech is that I have had a trying weekend... not that anyone could care, but I would have liked some clarity, you see, as things have not been that ... distinct... as far as I can see.


From where I stand, it should be quite easy for someone who hates me to let it be known, so that we all know where we stand, since every woman, as far as I am concerned, knows what she wants... but with me the only way to get to any agreement is by being to the point.


I hate subterfuge, and I deeply resent the fact that God has had to use means that, to me are underhanded, in order to get me to even be interested in what is happening around me. But then, He is God, and He is not cynical, and He is in TOTAL control, over everything, so He will not suddenly become...different, no, not even gradually;, I will always know where I stand with Him.


That does not apply to people. Not in dealing with me.


Since no one understands me, I specify what I want, and expect exactly that, no flimflam, no namby-pamby bullshit about negotiation.


Because unless I SPEAK about something, no one will be able to guess why I do something, since there is nothing much that interests others that holds much appeal to me.


So, I said what I expected of the mother... and her two daughters. And got mixed results.


First, I see that...although it is NONE of my business, unless they decide to make me their business, in which case I will be upset... Michelle goes by, over the weekend...mhh, must have been yesterday, and she drove past where I was [ you are here] in the same car that whatsisface's mother drove in, and I asked myself whether there is deep collusion here?


Because this all shows me that everything I say is being distilled and distorted to what they all expect it to be, and there is no clear-cut distinction between the women and Michelle, so, to me, the conclusion is, obviously, I am a monkey doing a circus trick, with everyone holding their breaths to see what new antics I will come up with.


As for Michelle herself, she is easy to read. She wanted to see if I had left, which has been her great fear, because it would pain her to see me go on while she was left behind. From the beginning it has been thus with her, which is why I hate her.


But what I can not understand is, if the three women want anything to do with me, why they do not DO something about it.


What the fuck is the problem? Do I have to come out there, and seek them out, so that they will tell me whats on their minds?


NO, I did that with Michelle, and it only made me get tied up in things I should not have been involved with, and all the while I was like, what is wrong with this woman; she knows I hate her, I mean, I told her to her face that I loved her, and she, suspecting a trick, said, "Conclusion?", instead of, Prince, I do not love you... and she actually NEVER told me where she stood herself, because maybe she knew that  it would not hold water with me. So, she hedged her bets, till the  day I, after letters insulting her time and again, told her that I was no longer even going to bother with her. Which is when Butt-head [OK, he is bald, which means he is a conniving son of....ahem, hence the moniker] got involved, and I was told that she was his.


Good, I thought, now I can KILL them both, not for being involved, hell, they deserve each other, but for making me into a clown.


She acted like a scorned lady, and used somebody else, spineless himself, to try to exact revenge while keeping her own hands pure, so that, maybe she could have deniability, and blame it all on the guy.


had I, on the Sunday that I could have gone to church to confront her, done so, she would have told me that it was not really true, but that the guy was her friend's brother, something God informed me to keep me from even bothering to get even on her territory.

about the friend; well, she initially came with Butt-head, looking for me...I wonder if she works at the British Hotel, would explain a lot of things, like where the other one was going when I saw her at 'you are here', and why right now the car has been parked since morning opposite that hotel...anyway, when she came to Happy Valley with said Butt-head, I had already left, and so, we had no confrontation, which, had it happened, would have meant I would never extend the olive branch to her, since the lines would have been clearly defined.

It is only that things are still hazy right now that I even bother wondering, but I am out of patience, because even though, individually, the first thing that I thought when I saw each of the three was that they would be great lays, age regardless...hey, I am being blunt... but still, I have to know whether there is anything going coz whatever it is I have to do to get going is being hampered by the not knowing. So, it would be a courtesy for me to just be put in the picture.


And yes, I hate Michelle.

And I would kill Butt-head on sight.

Which makes an interesting picture, right?

Because, you see, the reason why I would love it like that is the holy spirit would start to have no grounds to be in control, since I would be doing everything contrary to what he has ordained people to want, and so inspired everywhere, like common laws et.c., when everyone knows that, if he has a good looking chick for himself, he would easily move in on her sister, if available, and also on the mother, if she is also available, even though society frowns on  that. Why?

because these rules, like almost every other rule, show what people at heart really would like to do if they had things their way, and that applies to women as to men.

So, let no one give me some bullshit story about morals, because those things do not exist.











now, let us have a confrontation if there is to be one!