Thursday, June 16, 2011

Like a Boy...

The other day I supressed the monster and threw the fish back.  But it didn't last for long.

I took out my fishing pole again, and again the same fish bit.  Easy.

I waited for him.  Called my friend and predicted what his sex and dyck game was gonna be like.  Making bets and shyt about how big his dyck might be and crap like that.  Just someone to be played.

So I waited.

And as soon as he said, "I'm outside"....the monster came. 

And I was mean.

I was a bytch.

I made no eye contact with him. 

"Kiss me."

"Nope.  No kissing", as I stared at the television set.

I treated him like an object.  I talked to him like I didn't care.

"But you gotta get to know me, and I gotta get to know you."

(Yeah but you wait until we get naked to say this?  GTFOH.)

But the monster said,  "No you don't.  You don't need to know me.  We both know why you're here, so why do I need to 'know' anything about you?  What for?"

And he looked baffled.  Probably surprised because he thought I was soooo nice.  But when he took the p*ssy bait that all changed.  Miss Nice became the monster. 

And that was that.

"Should I let myself out?"


I didn't even look at him.

Honestly though,  I feel kinda bad about it.  Someone was mean to me and I turned around and did it to someone else.  I know it wasn't right.  I know.  But I couldn't help myself.  Something else took control of me.  It was like I turned into...



You don't listen to him.  You don't care how it hurts...
Cause I'm just a boy...

It didn't feel good, but it didn't feel bad either.  I think I understand things a lot better now.  I guess if you are mean to enough people you start not to feel any particular way at all about it anymore.

Hmmmm.  Just a like a boy.

And maybe just like me?



  1. Okay...this comment doesn't have sh*t to do with the price of tea in China but ummm...Have I mentioned how much I love that you are so open/honest in your blog posts???

    ::Reaches for the popcorn and continues to read the posts I've missed out on.::

  2. Thank ya Ms. Behaving. I know that writing about this stuff doesn't sit well with people. But I'm a risk taker and write anyway. I don't write everything but enough. Rr