| Hey guys,
So, i don't got every answer in the book and still struggle with some concepts of my own, etc.. Girls, men complain about girls and girls complain about us. How ironic.
So, this chick from myspace - she and I flirt back and forth. It seems to be going well, then she calls me because I let her have my number. So, we stay on the phone 2 hours straight talking about her stupid ex boyfriend how shw was used. The whole Whiny - I'm a loser kinda bit, right? Well, so I told that she should pick her self up, and next time look int he mirror and actually start believing in herself more. Right, i know what you're thinking - I can almost sense a strong telegraphic message coming across your heads, "AFC \ BETA BEHAVIOR" yes, yes, yes, I admit - I'm a sucker for people in trouble. Very am so, because why? I care - I'm like a Carebear that no matter how many knife wounds I get I still care.
Now, that is my flaw as a human and also a suppose PUA. I guess, but still I'm not a PUA. I'm just another AFC - I fooled myself by thinking I've changed into becoming closer to a PUA but then the Reality Fairy decides to clonk me in the head and BAM i got a welt on my fucking head for being so retarded.
So, anywho - it seems that I care too much which is ssley the case because there has to be some way I can turn that wonderful switch caring off. The only way I don't care is if I hate the person. If I like the person or love then I care. If love was a person they'll be sued for a billion dollarsd for selling a damn product that is somewhat defective.
Talking to Rye Lee seemed to Help alot - I some how got re-programmed to understand that if a girl doesn't like me then it's her loss not mine. The point is that I was feeling close or attached to her then seeing the truth about her pissed me off when I soon realized before it was too late my heart was laying on the ground-just throbbing and beating loud and fast.
At the last moment later, I stood up for myself but then it was too late. I wrote to her, "Listen, let's get something straight here. I'm not going to be used or be a tool for you. I will not tolerate this shit." So, I did the right thing. She wrote back, "Well, sorry that I'm exhausted and being human. Stop freaking out!"
Uh, okay, but I had a right to freak out. I was stranding up for myself. During the conversation before I "freaked out" she constantly said "Yeah" at things I was talking about like what I was doing or whatever. Yeah isn't a good statement meaning, "Who gives a shit and you're point". She constantly brought up Mike her ex-bf who used her. I told her straight out that he's using her but no, she still loves him because she trusts him and no matter how crappy he was towards her. Doesn't make sense. Oh, well. I bet you there's a reason for that Sob Story she told me. "I'm so helpless I can't find a boyfriend because I cheated on him" BINGO! I just remembered, she told me she cheateed with him on her other boyfriends. Damn it, the warning sirens should've gone through my head. She was possibly cheating with Mike with other men and that's why Mikey boy broke up with her. Ah ha! Me figure out why Mr. Mikey knocked out into Kanasas.
Plus, the manipulative patterns that I was reading and then klonked me in the head one day was because I remembered the same crappy shit that was used on me with this chick named Kelly. I don't have the best luck with women - unless the good kinds. Good kinds gone to heaven and I'm stuck with evil little Trolls from Hell.
So, acouple of days later I wrote to her, I decided to add her back on my Yahoo thing. So, I worte to her "Hey, I uploaded new photos!" she wrote back, "Yeah" that same Yeah statement. I wrote to her, "Hows it been going?" She wrote back, "I'm just exhausted" Exhausted? Hmm, sounds alittle fucked up to be true. I wrote, "Wlel, I'm kinda busy but just wanted to say hi" then she wrote, "Ok hi"
I laughed to myself then I was like, "
Listen, when you decide to be nice and be friends again then you know where to find me" she wrote back "ok"
I decied to delete off her off my list.
So two questions for you guys! - How do i not give a fuck while give a damn? I can't seem to do that. I get close to someone then I go bananas because I think they don't like me or somehting retarded thought. My mistrust in women are there for a purpose but no my heart decided to tell me, "No, she seems nice" then wam, i get my dick bitten off and my Heart ripped out of my chest. Not nice!
Also, how in the hell do not fall so fast for the crazy ones?
Thanks for the help guys!
Also, I've leaned by expressing myself with humuor whcih is good because I think humour helps create positive energy in the air. If you see my photos on myspace I look silly and wacy - why? Because it's who i am and i accept it because I personally think It' fucking hiliarious and if someone has a cow over it then be my guess. Gee, that part stuck in my head - Thanks Rye. But sitll, the problem lies within that I care too much to people that I think are friends, or whatever. You know? _________________ "Women Love What They Can't Have!"
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