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I'm either at work or at home. The only journey I have taken is a sour dough journey.
And i mean sour dough baked goods...I didn't go visit Murd either.
I'm sitting here drinking coffee taking a break from plotting the insane amount of landscaping I'll be starting soon.
Reading two very damaged individuals with clinical depression and cluster b personality disorders (The Burrito Bison vs the Poofer) argue about whose life is better is sadder than I remember it being.
One thing I've noticed about forum regulars, they get delusional about relationships. I didn't "kick Poofer to the curb". This is man I had private communication with for like a month that I met in person like 3 times. That isn't a relationship to any sane, reasonable people. You can't kick someone to the curb when they are not even yours, and I never claimed this guy.
He didn't even make it past my vetting process.
I even told him more than once "Hey I'm going through a divorce. I'm not ready for any sort of romantic commitments. Also even if I was....you are moving too fast for my level of comfort. I'm totally okay with hanging out on a recreational basis and talking throughout the week but it's going to be a long while before I'm available for am actual dating relationship".
He continued to love bomb and neg and start arguments that he would escalate. That man is nothing but drama. Pair that with all his heaps of issues in his life and that was that.
If I had committed to Poofer? My entire life would be a disaster. I would be the main bread winner. The driver. The errand runner. I'd be doing all the house work. Most of the cooking. All this peppered with his chronic hurt feelings and catering to his massive and exhausting ego. He was constantly pulling at me emotionally. In just a month. He has actual tantrums. He is manipulative and petulant. I saw these traits early on. Within a MONTH of just talking. If its that stressful and dramatic after a MONTH...imagine that nightmare after two years! No fucking way.
Your romantic and sexual partner should be your best friend. Someone you feel seen, understood and supported by. My man is the safety and excitement in my life. This isn't someone who should induce dred and anxiety. Yet after two weeks and meeting him in person....that's all he did. Induce anxiety and dred.
Oak was the same. If you start getting multiple messages and texts from either of these people, you get that sick dred feeling in your gut like "uuhgggg now what?" And you know you are about to be psychology molested by some completely fucking stupid drama that no adult should be that wound up over. And if you try to reason with these people? They escalate and will start getting mad at you.
People I have met from a forum have mostly been pretty cool people that I consider friends to this day. But anytime you meet a new person and start forming any sort of connection with them, whether online or organically, it's a risk. I think the risk is somewhat stronger if you've met them online. But there is always a risk.
He was interesting enough to me at the time that I figured...what harm could come from talking to an interesting man from a distance? Well i found me a real certifiable wack job. And I paid the price, too. Homeboy went nuts. Sharing forum space with him was wild because I got to observe the mania from a safe distance. Like watching agitated gorillas from behind a protective glass wall.
Normally when you've encountered some obsessive clinger who feels scorned over a few dates and a short period of talking....you don't get to see them meltdown real time like that.
The "summer of poofer" was nothing. Absolutely nothing. If that had been someone i met at a grocery store and texted with and went out a few times with before he went nutso...it would be another boring tale of running into the wrong guy. Many women have their own version of Poofer they encountered. And yet.....here I sit. Reading two sad sacks of miserable shit who live online use it in some endeavor to prove to eachother that their lives are so much better than the others.
Neither of them are my kind of people. I'm not interested in having any people in my world....either as friends or more....who are so full of drama and bitterness that they are constantly picking fights and engaging in power struggles over nothing. That's all these two do. It's interesting Oak felt the need to claim that Poofer and I are somehow the same and compatable.
I kicked both of these people to the curb for pretty much the same damn reasons. They are both insufferable control freaks. The pointless arguments, the gaslighting, the need to start yelping about what they think makes them better than other people(it's all the same shit too...except Poofer wants to be a famous influencer and Oak wants to be some super intellect). The need to one up all the time. Its a drain. Both of them are energy vampires. Oak and Poofer are essentially the same person on a core level. Their differences are all superficail. One has money and education and the other doesnt. We get to see what the same narcissism looks like in different socioeconomic classes.
They are both utterly exhausting people to experience on any real or personal level.
My life is better...I have never fucked the likes of Martini.
And you dragged @Murdy into your rant, you owned bitch.