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Aug. 21st, 2002 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoAs I type up this post, I will tell of what happened to me the other night.
The other night, I had been talking with some old friends from high school. ...well maybe not entirely friends since that would require me to know them at more than a name basis and a couple of memories, but still.
A subject came around to a particular person I knew whom I remembered as a nice gal. Apparently, she's had a rash of sleazy butt guys for the longest. This would not seem so bad if she wasn't such a nice kid. Most of my memories of her are usually of the smiling lil' rush of energy that she was: honest, hopeful, caring.
Her family's not exactly the greatest either. She was brought up with "traditional Italian values" (in other words, they believed that a woman's place is in the home and her purpose is to find a husband and serve him). Her dad's an abusive butthead and before she graduated high school she went through a huge mess of domestic violence. Crap like that pisses me off that there are people who end up with this bad end of the stick. Unfortunately, this business continues further.
The first guy she fell head over heels for was this Greek guy who said he owned Cinnabon and mentioned that he traveled around. He was mentioning how he was going to Germany and everything. To escape the plight of a horrid reckoniing, she ran away to live with him.
Unfortunately, it was a poor misinterpretation: by Cinnabon, he meant a traveling truck that makes cinnamon buns at carnivals and shows and whatnot. Even worse, he was an overly opinionated right-winger ultra-conservative (no one liked him outside of her and even her best friend who told me this story the other night said that she was sorry for her).
Time passes, and in two years, the guy wants to kick her out. The reason? He found a guy at the Gap that he fell head over heels for. That's right, he was a homosexual in hiding. She made almost no contact with her point of origin or with any of her friends until this moment. It took some convincing for her to finally move back with her parents, but ever since then, she's been having a rash of bad relationships with guys who are personal peons to society. I'm serious, these are the guys that make me wonder why I'm still single: the douchebags of the douchebags.
These are the people I feel the most sorry for at times. The ones who are ignorant but kind, the ones that follow their dreams only to see them shatter like that. I know that in this world, the chance of having those dreams come true to a person is like taking the lottery. A moment like that made me wonder: am I as much a fool for thinking that someday the woman I want to become one with will meet me and we will snap together like a trap that fits together perfectly? What if I become like the ones I lament?
To Nicole, the girl whom I have spoken of, the one whom I feel deepest sympathies for as she has decided to take towards a man that is far from the most appropriate of men, I know there are men online that would wish for a woman so kind and vica-versa, as I have noticed that she is far from the first of those that have gotten the bad end of the shit stick.
The other night, I had been talking with some old friends from high school. ...well maybe not entirely friends since that would require me to know them at more than a name basis and a couple of memories, but still.
A subject came around to a particular person I knew whom I remembered as a nice gal. Apparently, she's had a rash of sleazy butt guys for the longest. This would not seem so bad if she wasn't such a nice kid. Most of my memories of her are usually of the smiling lil' rush of energy that she was: honest, hopeful, caring.
Her family's not exactly the greatest either. She was brought up with "traditional Italian values" (in other words, they believed that a woman's place is in the home and her purpose is to find a husband and serve him). Her dad's an abusive butthead and before she graduated high school she went through a huge mess of domestic violence. Crap like that pisses me off that there are people who end up with this bad end of the stick. Unfortunately, this business continues further.
The first guy she fell head over heels for was this Greek guy who said he owned Cinnabon and mentioned that he traveled around. He was mentioning how he was going to Germany and everything. To escape the plight of a horrid reckoniing, she ran away to live with him.
Unfortunately, it was a poor misinterpretation: by Cinnabon, he meant a traveling truck that makes cinnamon buns at carnivals and shows and whatnot. Even worse, he was an overly opinionated right-winger ultra-conservative (no one liked him outside of her and even her best friend who told me this story the other night said that she was sorry for her).
Time passes, and in two years, the guy wants to kick her out. The reason? He found a guy at the Gap that he fell head over heels for. That's right, he was a homosexual in hiding. She made almost no contact with her point of origin or with any of her friends until this moment. It took some convincing for her to finally move back with her parents, but ever since then, she's been having a rash of bad relationships with guys who are personal peons to society. I'm serious, these are the guys that make me wonder why I'm still single: the douchebags of the douchebags.
These are the people I feel the most sorry for at times. The ones who are ignorant but kind, the ones that follow their dreams only to see them shatter like that. I know that in this world, the chance of having those dreams come true to a person is like taking the lottery. A moment like that made me wonder: am I as much a fool for thinking that someday the woman I want to become one with will meet me and we will snap together like a trap that fits together perfectly? What if I become like the ones I lament?
To Nicole, the girl whom I have spoken of, the one whom I feel deepest sympathies for as she has decided to take towards a man that is far from the most appropriate of men, I know there are men online that would wish for a woman so kind and vica-versa, as I have noticed that she is far from the first of those that have gotten the bad end of the shit stick.
