Sunday, January 14, 2018

Try To Find Someone While Living With Traumatic Brain Injury

There are times when I want to be a prick and there are times when I don't want to be a prick.

I'll kill anyone in the political world with just my brain and my fingertips-and I express no remorse when doing so.  Actually, I enjoy it. 

I like driving heartless conservatives straight into hypocritical mode because they're not bright enough to figure out that they are exposing themselves for what (not who) they really are-especially in the age of the Trump regime, a time when disabled children laughed at and children of the undocumented are punished for what their parents did twenty years ago.


Like I care who crosses into our border anyway!  Hell!  Not only did we steal this country from the Indians, but we stole half of it from Mexico, as well.  So, you won't get me fitted for any of your brown shirts and red armbands.  Uh-uh, not going to happen.

And of course, it's really fun when they throw the Bible in everyone's face while they try to repeal Obamacare so that the insurance companies can literally make a bigger killing than they did before the imperfect system was signed into law.

However, when looking for someone to reciprocate the love I have for her, it's worse than spending eternity in Hell.  Actually, I'd rather go to Hell-the music's better over there.

For one thing, I don't want a woman my age.  I want to father a child and I don't really want someone who isn't in the mood to have a seed planted in her at the age of 42, because I know that her kids are probably already grown.  Not only that, I really am not interested in sharing my time with her kids.

I don't care that her grandchild has taken its first steps while she's giving me oral.  That's not fair to me because I wanted to get married at eighteen.  I'll unplug that phone.

Second, I didn't get to go on those trips that younger people do on the weekend.  I couldn't leave on Friday nights to go to Las Vegas with my friends because I was stuck with Tommy, as his dad simply didn't want to come home on Friday night.  He stayed out as long as he possibly could.

One Friday night, he didn't come home at all and didn't show up until Saturday morning.  You see, he "forgot" to call my relief.

That's how narcissistic he was.

Now all my friends have kids of their own, so that experience has been stolen from me-and I'll never forgive God for that.


Second, unless I get rich, it's hard to find some nice young girl who would love a jackball like me.  Most American women are all about the money, and God help you if you get hurt at work.

They stop loving you because you can't bring home the check anymore to fuel their shopping habit.  Oh, and I do have a backup plan if she's really in it for the money-cancel the insurance and jump off the table.

"Hey, waitress!"
Now, the reason why I want someone so much younger than myself is because the experiences would be as new for her as they would be for me.  We all know that women who go with men to an exotic place think of someone else who had sex with them on that same beach.  They never admit to that, but we know that's true-because we hear another name being whispered.

Just for the sake of jumping off of a 10-story building and landing on a cactus, let's suppose that there is a nice young woman trying to find me.

Would she be able to handle my frustration and understand that I'm not going after her when my frontal lobes go out and I pound my desk out of frustration because the computer is acting up-again?

Would she believe that I don't mean to yell?

Would she believe that my short-term memory is for crap and that it's usually hard for me to say what I feel because my Broca's Area is damaged?

That's a gamble.

I'm sure there are foreign women who know that, but feminism teaches that all men are lying scumbags.  A good man simply doesn't stand a chance, so he has to risk his health by being an asshole around the clock.

Women admit that they view nice guys are weak, but there is propaganda out there which tells women that nice guys are actually dangerous.

https://www.yourtango.com/experts/virginia-feingold-clark/nice-guys-new-bad-boys


Here's another one!  Heben Nigatu wrote this lie entitled 13 Reasons Why Nice Guys Are The Worst.


https://www.buzzfeed.com/hnigatu/13-
reasons-why-nice-guys-are-the-worst?utm_term=.ss338zY3nd#.uwqAgVEAKJ



So, guys like me lose either way; we might as well be assholes.

Now, add traumatic brain injury into this mix, and guys like me are better off dead.

I've pretty much given up on Americans.  All they do is steal and cheat.  The funny part comes when they ask if you're gay because you're not married, so we can't win.

Guys, we should get foreign girls and be husbands from the 1950s.  It's our only hope.







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Admission

I'm going to say something right now.

I'm sorry if I come across as a negative person. However, when one has been rejected for trivial issues (like money) and one feels no hope, that person will espouse negative energy. The only way to counter negative energy is to feed positive energy to that person.

The hurt person will reject the positive energy at first, because he's been tricked before. I understand that I'm not particularly liked-and that's okay with me.

I understand that I come across as cold, callous, and bitter-and I also wish that I had no reason to express these feelings.

Expulsion does not help a negative person. It hardens them even more and makes them hateful-and that's one thing we have enough of in this world. I am a major skeptic because of my experiences.

I believe NO ONE at first-and it doesn't matter who is involved.

Everything I state is what I truly feel: like the fact that money buys love. We all know that to be true. Were it not true, we would see more swimsuit models marrying auto mechanics instead of actors.

Walk a mile before judging and choosing to reject. One never knows why another states such views. I want to love just as everyone else does, but I don't see much of a possibility of that happening because I'm broke-and broken.

Yes, this comes across as a 'poor me' post. I get it. However, there are thousands of people in this group who feel the way I do. The difference is that they hide it. They compose their positive replies out of desperate hope that the post MIGHT be true. They have just never experienced it in their own lives.

We can't all put a false face on everything. Sometimes, we have to tell the brutal truth as it is. The problem is that we behave like Pollyannas, while all the while, someone is barely holding on.

I guess this is my weird way of asking for help. Take it for whatever you will. Then again, so is doing 95 mph in my Dodge Dart on the freeway.

It's best to know someone by looking at their pages. That's one way one can tell how they really feel about things-and I don't put aspartame on anything. I tell it like it is, from my experiences and my perspective-however wacked some might believe it to be.

I think we need to let others who feel the same way that I do express their thoughts-even if they're uncomfortable. Remember how algebraic equations work: negative times negative equals positive. This means that it's best to express sympathy and offer help before someone ends up doing something final.

Just because I have the degree doesn't mean that I feel the way I should. I apologize and would appreciate support. I don't know how else to say it.