Imagine something close to your ideal lover in the physical sense. Then that sometimes they’re even pretty compatible personality-wise. Now imagine this person, much younger than you, has fallen for you.
You–if you’re me or someone like me–run through the possible scenarios. You analyze the odds, and once it becomes clear that this is highly unlikely–even given the person’s other shortcomings, hang ups, and problems–that this occurred naturally. You wonder what the endgame is.
Hell at some point you get bored with waiting for the rug to be pulled and you call it quits. Too much hassle, too much using, too many empty promises. You stop answering the calls and texts. Then quiet.
A few days later, after some quiet, you answer. You figure it’s best to me mature and spell it out simply and directly.
You get something you weren’t expecting. You get that they were in jail the past few days and they say it was the thought of you that kept them sane in there. They go clean for a few days. You know that probably won’t last, but it’s a pleasant few days.
Then, of course, fear of being dominated inside the slammer gets overtaken by hungry receptors in his brain. Excuses are made, he compromises with his getting clean and goes on a bender.
Then he indicates that if only you’d quit your job and do drugs…
Really not surprising, in fact was among the first probable scenarios you imagined. Except it took so damn long for them to get around to the point.
After all it was sort of implied last relationship, which for reasons I cannot yet write about, I have not written about. Besides, you wouldn’t believe that story anyway.
One also wonders, though I will pay for writing this, if PSYOP specialists aren’t among the most gullible people, if only because they think they’re the only ones playing. Lol.
In any case, you can see it’s gotten a lot more private and personal. Such is life in a corporafascist spook state.
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