There is a time to distance myself from others. It doesn't last long. Its when I explore the things I've learned by seeing if another way would be worth considering.
Health must become important. Vibrancy and laughter heal not only me when I have it but also those around me. Good health allows that to happen. I believe this to be important. Let this be the coin I turn.
One day offers us twenty four hours. Everyone is equal in the concept of time. However, not everyone will make it another five hours, six hours, ten minutes, let alone another day.
This gal known as Mirthful was livid one night and told all the chatters that she was being stalked by this dude called NiceGuyBogey. He had been coming in the chat for a few weeks feeling his way around our collective behavior. We are all a tad touched, ya know. Anyway, Mirth had got some emails from him and some ims that had her disturbed. I had spoke to her several times on the phone and once (she doesn't know this) she saved my life. I usually believed 20 % of what she had to say but I believed her this time. Then a couple of other gals accused him of stalking them. I scratched my head and said WTF? He came in when I had just recieved the news of his behavior. He never much bothered me, not to where I couldn't just tune if out or put him on full ignore. So I asked him one evening, Are you stalking Mirthful? I explained that this chat didn't go for that crap. He took major offense and in retrospect, I would have too.
In the end, I discovered he was nothing more than an emailing Iming pest--you know the kind; the easy to ignore. Aol has provided us with some wonderful features. He was harmless but his reputation as a stalker now stalks him.
I learned that as I was attempting to be friends with Mirthful, she was iming a couple of gals and warning them that I'd stab them in the back as I did Emma. To me she was gossipping about Emma all the time making excuses for the people of Mississippi. To her they were all a bunch of backwards dimwits.
Next time someone you know is afraid of the BogeyMan, I suggest you consider instead the wiles of a Mirthful Femme. Such a person takes great pleasure behind the scenes. Booooooooooooooo Scared? heh heh heh
Then there is Lance. He has the ego of Nero in a Chihuahua's jittery body. Man is that guy antsy. I've spoke with him a total of 4 times. We quit talking after he told me what he likes to do to "his" women. Apparently the customized gimmick he uses in their fanny's and their oriface of offering is his main attraction. At least thats what he told me about as he was laughing.
His newest thing is to compare Larry aka kosmicboner to Napoleon. You remember Napoleon don't ya? He was the one who defied all the world's kings, captured women's hearts including the much prized Josephine, brought democracy to the world in the face of the Elite and was ultimately destroyed because of that. Like Napoleon, Larry doesn't kiss the asses of main stream society, not even the chat society which has become Lance's and Emma's personal cause. They want to destroy him.
Humans like Emma and Lance and any others who pledge questionable and false "allegience" to others will one day fall at their own hands. Just to help them along, a black candle will be lit on the coming new moon. Black is beautiful. <smile of sorrow>
Chat rooms have always been a great source for observing human behavior. Why? They come and they go for every kind of reason. But when they stay, you watch. You may even interact. What happens when you finally do? I'd like to share a story with all of you about some of my adventures in one chat room I go to which is titled Playfuls 40s and 50s.
I'll start with someone most of us know as Emma. Ahhh, poor pitiful Emma. She is a victim of her own doing but because she lacks good sense, she thinks everyone else is out to victimize her, even her good friends Georgette, Judy and some one she likes to pretend is her friend, Vicky. In one of Emma's attempts to lash out at me, she invented a name titled Midnight Vision. God I love that name. Apparently, I never saw it, even though I was there. I was in the habit of ignoring the half wits. This was an attempt to piss me off, but hey, what's to get pissed off about that? Damn, that's a cool name. I wish I'd have thought of it. Her attempts are futile. Her words however are quite damaging. The things she told me over a course of time, pertaining to Sue, Sue and Sue, Rosie, Deja, Boo Boo, Lis, Carole, Diane, Janice, Jaielle, Cindy, and the list goes on and on and on; these women all had faults that used to be part of Emma's many obsessions. Then there were the men. Oh my gosh, pity any man who says to Emma just once, that her stocky build is sexy. They end up bewildered having not given her enough stars or hugs or for saying hi to the likes of me and of her ex best friend.
I spoke to Emma intimately never really allowing her to know anything that would come back on me. I listened to her for over 2 years mostly at my expense( nothing under 10 cell calls a day). She never asked me to do that. I love to talk. I love to hear what makes folks tick. I spent two years trying to keep her centered and calm which it never worked.
