Pyro
Bluelighter
In a random conversation. I remember we were talking about how often people should work out. She became defensive about the fact, she admitted to, that she does not work out. I let it be. She felt the desire to snap back. I was not expecting it. I was not attacking her. Her true colors came through in a blaze of fallen glory. At first I was "lazy". Then I became "puny". At least, that is what she said. Why did I care what she thought? Unfortunatly I did. I was attracted to her, so I was subconsiously valuing her ideas.
She cut straight to the bone. With her vampire fangs she sucked out the marrow and let it drip down her chin. She was unaware she had done this. "I am not puny, in fact, you should see me with my shirt off. I work out twice a week, lift weights, run, do martial arts. I put off the air that I am non-threatening so that people leave me alone" Now why did I go and say that? Why did I feel the need to justify myself to this person who holds no meaning in my life, except this subconsious sliver of relation.
I have never done anything for her. She has never done anything for me. I have never delved into her spirituality. I have never looked deep into her eyes and asked her about her childhood. I have never done anything with this girl, except question her about how often she works out. And *bam*, I am caught up in a mental struggle of a most devious and subtle nature. If I were to take to heart her random vileness, then I could have been damaged tonight. That is, if I were to have opened my heart to her true form.. so quiet and subtle.
Women are either the many loves of my life, or coldhearted, thoughtless, evil bitches.
And somewhere, on the planes of Africa, a laughing-hiena is tearing away joyfully at the flesh of the twitching carcas of an injured lion.
Pyro
[ 24 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
She cut straight to the bone. With her vampire fangs she sucked out the marrow and let it drip down her chin. She was unaware she had done this. "I am not puny, in fact, you should see me with my shirt off. I work out twice a week, lift weights, run, do martial arts. I put off the air that I am non-threatening so that people leave me alone" Now why did I go and say that? Why did I feel the need to justify myself to this person who holds no meaning in my life, except this subconsious sliver of relation.
I have never done anything for her. She has never done anything for me. I have never delved into her spirituality. I have never looked deep into her eyes and asked her about her childhood. I have never done anything with this girl, except question her about how often she works out. And *bam*, I am caught up in a mental struggle of a most devious and subtle nature. If I were to take to heart her random vileness, then I could have been damaged tonight. That is, if I were to have opened my heart to her true form.. so quiet and subtle.
Women are either the many loves of my life, or coldhearted, thoughtless, evil bitches.
And somewhere, on the planes of Africa, a laughing-hiena is tearing away joyfully at the flesh of the twitching carcas of an injured lion.
Pyro
[ 24 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
