Post by LonelyForsaken on Feb 3, 2018 16:28:20 GMT -5
Hell Suits You
They called me a nice guy. They called me friend. What they never called me was a lover, a husband, or a father. And, as for friends, where are they now?
Nice guys are neither loved nor respected, just forgotten.
She will use you to prop her up when she is down but never notice when you need a hand up. She'll never say anything bad about you because she will never think about you.
Misogynists aren't born, they are made. Take a nice guy and tell him he is all that women want in a man, then ignore him. Tell him "no" every time he asks and don't forget to tell him what a lucky woman he will make some nice girl some day, just not me or today. There are no nice girls and there are no some days, just women and today. Just be your bad boy loving selves and he will be forced to learn to hate your selfish careless lying ass.
I was too stubborn and believed too strongly in love. My dad actually loves me. It doesn't happen often enough but it happens, a parent can love a child, or perhaps it is forced on them. I also believed that men and women naturally complemented each other, each owning qualities that enhance the others making for natural friendships, partners, lovers. I believed everyone thought much like myself and I believed humans not only could love but did.
What I have lived is a lonely life of rejection. My mother? She is still chasing bad boys. But, for my father and two brothers in arms, it has been one fair weather friend after another. One woman was my friend but I wanted to sleep with her. Another tried to be my friend, but I did sleep with her. Another probably was my friend, but I never even kissed her beautiful married ass, I refused to sleep with her. Now, I'm 55, tired, and hurt so much and so bad I no longer want to live. I never wanted to live like this, alone. Hope of changing that has kept me alive all these years. At 55 hope has run out. The truth is too obvious to ignore. My bubble of denial is lost and with it went all survival instincts and hope of love from a stinking selfish human. In the end the only reply I can muster for anyone who now dares to ask anything of me is the only one I heard all my life; Go f*ck yourself. This, at the end of a life of helping others to lend some value to my own. Lies! All of it!
Though you tried, you did not create a Misogynist you can easily blame, I am a Misanthrope. I don't half-ass anything. I'm an all or nothing kind of guy in a nothing is redemptive (real) world. There is nothing of value here for a man like me. We invented the concept of love so we can tell the cruelest lie possible and dangle a carrot.
There is yet one remaining event I must endure before I am free to go, my fathers death. I care too much to make him suffer the loss of one he loves so much as me, but I begin to resent it. I've suffered your lies enough and wish to end it in any way possible. I've tried to end this loneliness the right way but you all have told me no. You lied to me and said life was what I decide to make of it. Life isn't what "you" make of it. Life is what "we" make of it. I wish it was otherwise but I am a social creature that requires touch, interaction, and love. All you ever offered ME was rejection. Why?
I cared too much and let you know it up front. I'm fun loving enough, I just don't want it to end. I wanted something real between us to last. Humans are no better than hamsters. Eat your young for all I f*cking care anymore. I just wish you had all been up front and told me from the start that you don't care for nice guys. As if it would have made any difference, I am a nice guy and I'm stuck here till the one person who does love me dies.
Imagine, waiting for the one person in the world who loves you to die so you can be free to do the same. I now wish you all to know intimately what the daily affirmations of one who has lost all hope are. Of all this world has given me over the years hope was the only reason I stayed. I hoped for something better. I hoped for balance. I believed in karma and that life had some balance to it. I believed in love. Thank you ladies. That is all you gave this nice guy. Thank you all for making this so easy.
Gentlemen, well, nothing has changed there except that I thought women where our better half, good luck you f*cking pricks.
In conclusion, what life has taught me is this;
The only happy person in this world is a careless one. If you love to bounce around from partner to partner, like hamsters, then this is the world for you. This is the world we have made. Take no responsibility and live for no one but yourself and you can be happy here.
BTW, you are all so frightened of going to hell, you haven't noticed that you are already there. LMFAO!!!! God is love but neither is real in you. I know that without a doubt because all we are is made manifest in the real world. The world I no longer see through my love tinted glasses of denial.
Hell suits you.
~Formerly A Nice Guy
They called me a nice guy. They called me friend. What they never called me was a lover, a husband, or a father. And, as for friends, where are they now?
Nice guys are neither loved nor respected, just forgotten.
She will use you to prop her up when she is down but never notice when you need a hand up. She'll never say anything bad about you because she will never think about you.
Misogynists aren't born, they are made. Take a nice guy and tell him he is all that women want in a man, then ignore him. Tell him "no" every time he asks and don't forget to tell him what a lucky woman he will make some nice girl some day, just not me or today. There are no nice girls and there are no some days, just women and today. Just be your bad boy loving selves and he will be forced to learn to hate your selfish careless lying ass.
I was too stubborn and believed too strongly in love. My dad actually loves me. It doesn't happen often enough but it happens, a parent can love a child, or perhaps it is forced on them. I also believed that men and women naturally complemented each other, each owning qualities that enhance the others making for natural friendships, partners, lovers. I believed everyone thought much like myself and I believed humans not only could love but did.
What I have lived is a lonely life of rejection. My mother? She is still chasing bad boys. But, for my father and two brothers in arms, it has been one fair weather friend after another. One woman was my friend but I wanted to sleep with her. Another tried to be my friend, but I did sleep with her. Another probably was my friend, but I never even kissed her beautiful married ass, I refused to sleep with her. Now, I'm 55, tired, and hurt so much and so bad I no longer want to live. I never wanted to live like this, alone. Hope of changing that has kept me alive all these years. At 55 hope has run out. The truth is too obvious to ignore. My bubble of denial is lost and with it went all survival instincts and hope of love from a stinking selfish human. In the end the only reply I can muster for anyone who now dares to ask anything of me is the only one I heard all my life; Go f*ck yourself. This, at the end of a life of helping others to lend some value to my own. Lies! All of it!
Though you tried, you did not create a Misogynist you can easily blame, I am a Misanthrope. I don't half-ass anything. I'm an all or nothing kind of guy in a nothing is redemptive (real) world. There is nothing of value here for a man like me. We invented the concept of love so we can tell the cruelest lie possible and dangle a carrot.
There is yet one remaining event I must endure before I am free to go, my fathers death. I care too much to make him suffer the loss of one he loves so much as me, but I begin to resent it. I've suffered your lies enough and wish to end it in any way possible. I've tried to end this loneliness the right way but you all have told me no. You lied to me and said life was what I decide to make of it. Life isn't what "you" make of it. Life is what "we" make of it. I wish it was otherwise but I am a social creature that requires touch, interaction, and love. All you ever offered ME was rejection. Why?
I cared too much and let you know it up front. I'm fun loving enough, I just don't want it to end. I wanted something real between us to last. Humans are no better than hamsters. Eat your young for all I f*cking care anymore. I just wish you had all been up front and told me from the start that you don't care for nice guys. As if it would have made any difference, I am a nice guy and I'm stuck here till the one person who does love me dies.
Imagine, waiting for the one person in the world who loves you to die so you can be free to do the same. I now wish you all to know intimately what the daily affirmations of one who has lost all hope are. Of all this world has given me over the years hope was the only reason I stayed. I hoped for something better. I hoped for balance. I believed in karma and that life had some balance to it. I believed in love. Thank you ladies. That is all you gave this nice guy. Thank you all for making this so easy.
Gentlemen, well, nothing has changed there except that I thought women where our better half, good luck you f*cking pricks.
In conclusion, what life has taught me is this;
The only happy person in this world is a careless one. If you love to bounce around from partner to partner, like hamsters, then this is the world for you. This is the world we have made. Take no responsibility and live for no one but yourself and you can be happy here.
BTW, you are all so frightened of going to hell, you haven't noticed that you are already there. LMFAO!!!! God is love but neither is real in you. I know that without a doubt because all we are is made manifest in the real world. The world I no longer see through my love tinted glasses of denial.
Hell suits you.
~Formerly A Nice Guy