*O.P.
You know, Nathan had a cat.
As I recall I hooked up with money for a year's subscription and I asked to look around there; we both like Nathan. I still do.
I am beginning to think I did you all quite a favor by not compromising myself for the sake of this racket. It honestly never occurred to me that it was this much a farcical setup... frankly I think it's rather romantic. *CRASH* "That's the first lasagna I have dropped in 17 years!"
I've decided: there won't be any answers to any queries available from 11 years ago. I'm thinking to myself, "What could possibly cause anyone to think this is a good idea to pursue?" Well, I guess if you'll believe anything they tell you... anyway, as you know, I am not interested in being anyone's stool pigeon, and I do not have to be. It's not like I have to beg to be let off easy, as I did nothing wrong. GF was obviously not as much in control of her destiny as one might imagine one could be. She was obviously not having her needs met. The shenanigans I saw the outsides of were ridiculous. I was eventually urged to become the right shape of missing puzzle piece in order to fill a foreseen need... and that didn't even work.
Well, if this wasn't enough to jumpstart her way out of rock bottom, I can't imagine that anything would. As for my part, I deliberately arranged all approaches to myself so as in order to reveal the mettle and the character of whosoever decided to take it upon themselves to mosey on up: "Hi! My name is (Blank)!" I learned a lot.
a-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-boo-hoo. buh. Consider a journey that had actually taken a truthful path. I certainly did.
No apologies are necessary. I never had any intention of layering illicit activities into my residence, and those idiots who thought that would be a good idea were clearly disabused of that notion at some point. This wasn't worth your time. I suppose the thrill of the hunt, right, okay, wasn't I inspired.
Hell, I feel like brushing my teeth already. It must be Wednesday alright, I am getting hot just thinking about coming down.
What exactly is it that any of you would say that I actually did in this scenario? I lived and made efforts patiently and I couldn't help but notice that someone was running around having fun without me all the time and I was supposed to... fail to notice that she deliberately iced the temperature with her and her two favorite partners? Et cetera. Ad nauseum. I actually deserve a medal.
I'll go ask other people what I would like to know now. It might seem inexplicable that the whole tapestry right from the get go was sketchy AF. Things didn't happen faster because I know what honesty looks and feels like and this one felt off in big ways. That I later suddenly discover some clown with my name is someone I've never heard of before and clearly could have met me sooner... well, whatever. Obvious dopeslaves are obvious, and in case it was not settled science before, count on it now. It is not that I couldn't see this coming from the outset... it is that I did not believe either her or any of her friends could ever actually have been so stupid as to actively work to deceive me. What were you planning on gaining? A dangerous criminal removed from society? Right. In any event after five years of direct influence on my life, what you have to show for it is same situation, minus one cat, and all your collective machinations combined have resulted in demonstrating a very fine lesson to the whole family, all at once.
I know I feel like home. I honestly can't believe you let yourselves go all in. What a waste of your time of mine. Oh, wait... you were
commanded to do it.
I'm forced to assume you're all under duress. Emergency call dispatched. Hang in there, you won't be forgotten. LOL All of all y'all can be as gay as you want, and that certainly explains the peculiar interview which was obviously recorded and was hosted by someone who seemed to be physically injured to hear the word "Faggot" spoken outloud, which if any of you thought I bought for any part of a new york minute--anything can change--I have great sadness in my heart for whichever part of your brain thought I actually was so dimwitted. I didn't need to be there. I didn't need to be "vetted." You people are beyond square.
Also, you are all addicts with the usual accompanying denial and projection. Had I not been lied to from the first minute I would have behaved entirely differently. I knew I was in danger, and, I was. I could obviously not trust any one person that I met through this, because obviously I was risky.
I also know The Law. You know, you wanna protect and serve, try hospice. I honestly never really thought it could ever be chosen to do, sure, steal my shit. You deserved it... why? You did not.
I'm sure we have all learned a lot. "It's Christmas, I wonder if anyone is wondering where I am?" Nothing new there. Seriously I would have said yes to just about anything. She played you. Don't feel bad. Oh, right, you can't read this, there's a shell. LOL. Okay, I got to talk to a real friend about this, and not having any liability or culpability I have no reason not to say anything to anyone. Think of the savings on Maxell cassette tape.
Meanwhile I am very relaxed and pleased. I think we're really getting somewhere on this. Some participants clearly not mature adults.
Consider crafting an ode.
