If my daughter came and told me this happened to her and is happening to her, she shows me the receipts and the “coincidences” that keep occurring every month, every week, every day…
Eventually I would have to tell her those aren’t coincidences, this is now a pattern, baby. I would tell her what I would tell myself if she told me that was happening to her and I got to see the timing of the other peoples text messages, posts, withdrawal of invitations. I would believe her if I got to see her end of things. As her mother, as someone she trusts, maybe I would have been shown the things as they entered into her life. I would believe her based off of what she shows me.
As her mother, I would want her to say this to the people who engaged in that. I care about her, that’s why.
Dear Somebody Else’s Kid,
There’s no hierarchy here, doing it at all and engaging with that shit at all, makes you shitty.
You enter into women’s bedrooms without their consent. Everyday. Their private moments, you have listened to. Read. And you think you’re sooooo different from a serial killer. You think you’re so different from the “bad men”.
You treat me like I’m porn. My own “friends”? I hate that strangers who don’t know me at all do that, I don’t understand why you would engage in behavior that people who negatively affect my mental health engage in. I don’t understand beyond that how you don’t question it enough to stop. As if I’m selling shit on OnlyFans and you’re accessing the free files. That’s not what’s happening. I am a woman who felt people like her weren’t being treated like we are human. She wanted to try to stand up to that in every way. She asked for privacy, she made it clear she is in no way desiring numbers and fans. She made it clear she does not sell her words, she gives them away. You see none of it. You’ve heard her cry when you shouldn’t have and you feel no shame. You didn’t transform or become more human having heard her most private tears, you didn’t look in the mirror after and say “what have I done”.
I hope your most vulnerable moments are never private. I hope you have to experience this someday, since you chose not to get rid of it and you chose not to stand up to it, but instead to participate in it and hope for your turn of being validated by it. Disgusting.
I understand why most of my favorite anybody has gone insane and ended something beautiful. I won’t be doing that. They taught me what the world can do to us and what I had to be strong enough to withstand. I’m not late to anything if when I show up I’m more prepared than many, right?
You and her and they have no problem entering into the bedroom and privacy of a woman who does not consent to that. You do it every day. You’re a sick fucker, regardless of if you admit it or not. Your behavior makes you a sick person. Your denial of that does nothing. You create the scenario, you participate, and you’re in major fucking denial. So what ELSE are you in major denial about when it comes to your own behavior? I don’t want to get to know you. You have secrets and YOU can be responsible for those. You’ll never put those on me. People who are capable of doing what you do and saying “friend” at the end are probably doing much more than I am able to know.
You have zero problem entering into, without permission or consent, the bedrooms of women you 1) are attracted to or 2) you want to be like. Without them knowing, you WILL and HAVE entered into their bedrooms. You watch them. You’re a sick fuck pretending it’s normal to do that.
If you’re verrrrry online we won’t be close. You’re the people who would do this. Other people wouldn’t do this. But you would. So many of you are very sick.
Why it’s really bad: knowing that you’re capable of harm and you’re not capable of holding yourself accountable if and when you engage in something harmful, means I know you won’t tell the truth when you do harmful things. You won’t admit it. That’s not a good base foundation for ANY RELATIONSHIP OF ANY SORT. Just fyi for you in the way you create and sustain friendship, maybe reconsider that a little bit as you get older. Since you assume life is given to you and nobody matters who doesn’t have that. People die young and you feel nothing for the family that remains, you act and live like YOU live forever and it’s guaranteed. You live like YOU DESERVE LIFE and that these other people don’t, if they did deserve life I would assume you would care. you’re not strong for not caring.
It seems whether single OR married, you know how men end up due to their focus in life? Due to how they practice existing with others? They end up lonely as fuck. Why do so many bother me if they’re not lonely? When a man is getting his he seems to neglect and ignore the shit out of people, so why do you guys always come around and bother me and expect me to help with your loneliness when you continue to live a life that enables both you and him to end up this way due to how selfish you lived. It makes sense selfish living would cause loneliness.
You feel connected to none even in a giant group, you feel for none. You’re afraid of everyone. You’re disconnected.
I feel connected to humanity, and my own sense of it, whether in a huge room full of people or if I’m entirely alone with no other bodies with souls and hearts and thoughts. I’m human everywhere I go. You’re TECHNICALLY human everywhere you go, that’s it. You feel for and look out for none, everywhere you go.
If you engage in dishonest behavior, your reaction and practice leads you to lying about it. You can tell a lie like it’s the truth, how can I trust you knowing that now?
That’s a procedure in place in your rule book. You have no intention on changing the procedure, so what else will you lie about in the future of knowing you? A lot. You’re gonna lie about a lot. Because you’re not a person who catches their lies and wants to tell them as truths, who wants to change. You don’t want any of that. You will lie a lot this lifetime because you never question how often you lie and what you lie about. But that doesn’t mean nobody else can assess those things about you and decide not to engage.
I want to be speaking with honest people. Speaking with dishonest people is like talking to a character in a movie that doesn’t actually have feelings or opinions and won’t help anybody in any way other than obedience.
That’s not being helpful, that’s being obedient in order to get what you want. You place hopes, wishes, goals and dreams within the realm of obedience and you’ll be making fun of people who dream and have dreams. Probably because you have none that you want to admit. You see a human saying in English “I have dreams and hopes” as feminine, and you see feminine as bad. Grow the fuck up.
You pretend to be a better person than you’re capable of being. You pretend to be a person who doesn’t enter into the bedrooms of women without their permission, you pretend to be someone who never disrespected a woman and took her privacy away from her. She asked you and you and you to stop, you didn’t stop. You pretend to be the person I wanted to meet, not the person I actually met. The person I actually met would not even try to stop it, they would participate in watching and listening with the freaks at the window.
You know it’s wrong. That’s why you pretend to be someone who doesn’t do it, right? You know it’s wrong but you can’t stop, and you’re not addicted to ANYTHING, right?
You pretend to be a better person than you’re capable of being. The better person doesn’t do that just because they can, they won’t do it because they know it’s wrong and they wouldn’t want people doing that to them or anyone else. But you would have to have enough empathy and imagination to feel for a situation you’ll never be in. And you majorly lack that.
Love,
Resurrect your goddamn Imagination












