Friday, May 26, 2017

Victims of a Female Champion's Manipulations

“Oh! It's that girl!” Carl said.

“Yeah! It's the one who's called Pious Craving!”

“Yeah, I have heard it! But why is she called that?!”

“Well,” Conrad answered, “some say that it's just because she's horny although into piety, and that she likes to present it that way! But others have said that she's actually into insinuation about either her real name, or the name of a look-alike of hers!”

“Does anyone know who that look-alike is?!”

“Oh! That's some girl who is a master in couronne, who's name is something similar to that! Or else, perhaps, she is herself that master of couronne!”

“Okay! So it's she, then, who wants us all to fall for that she has an ass of her own, which is just as good as a faggots ass!”

“Yeah! That's her! ... It's that bitch who keeps pretending she should get along with us faggots so much that she doesn't seem to have actual yearning after men! That is she seems to be an actual part of gay male social life, and then tries to insinuate that it's us that her horniness is about!”

“Ohh! It's that kind of a bitch!” Carl looked thoughtful.

Yeah! That's it!” his friend answered, and looked at him. “I guess I got you a bit puzzle there!”

“Hmh! Yeah! I feel puzzled.”

“I'm not sure if there's anyone I know who actually can be sure about if she's the actual master of couronne, or if she's just that kind of dirty man-craving bitch who wants to blame someone who has a name similar to hers!”

“I see!” Carl said, still looking rather thoughtful.

“Well, anyway, you and I have a good relationship going, but she wants to get into it!”

“I see your point!”

“Even though I don't desire her - at all - I still feel kind of that I could be cornily getting into her, as if there was a need for her in the way I feel about people!”

“I know! ... I mean that's what I expected from you!”

Conrad looked a bit troubled. “Mmh! I guess you feel I'm not quite a guy to be reckoned with as as trustworthy as you would like your boyfriend to be?!”

Carl too looked a bit troubled. “I sort of meant that. But I also mean that it's not a bigger deal than that we can handle it the way we usually handle outsiders that I don't have any desire for!”

“We should, I guess, in that case, see to it that she can't get anywhere?!”

“Of course! But that's what I thought you already were doing!”

“Why do you feel that you can expect that?!”

“You usually seem to reveal such stuff for me in time for us to talk enough about it for me not to have to become jealous!”

But Conrad looked troubled. “We have to discuss a whole lot of things that I haven't been saying to ya!”

“I don't think so! Actually, I feel confident that you're quite obvious about such nuisances!”

“Don't pretend that you actually can feel safe about me!”

“But I can!”

“What the hell do you mean by believing I would - as surely as that - actually divulge everything you could come to need to know?!”

“I simply mean that I can feel safe about you - and that's all there is to it!”

But still looking troubled, Conrad answered: “In that case you don't even trust me enough to want to know what I can be about some of those nights when you're out playing bridge, and I go to those pubs where loads of people dig into me as a homo man to be taken for the kind of guy who might show them what they need of appreciation and sexual attention!”

“Then, if there isn't a belief in ya about yourself as trustworthy, then what the fuck are you doing being committed to me as the boy of your choice in the first place?!”

“I guess the girl who calls herself Pious Craving could be into that you and I should be quarreling, so that she could get into one of us - and perhaps even make us reconcile, and have both! I feel thereby that you and I should break up, but not - either one of us - get into that girl's circles, nor either one of us reassert her about what she wants!”

With that he broke up.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Ridicule and Reputation

“Chris!” Larry said, “We don't have any alibi for saying Andy is precarious about women! Because we'd be equally precarious - if it were up to them to determine who is precarious and who isn't!”

Chris giggled. His buddy seemed to be into pretending as if something about Andy's craze for women as if it were the same as their crazes against that the women seem clear-cut about who can know and want what (when and where). “It isn't they who should decide ho we are, and that is in the first place!” he told his old buddy. “Besides it's you and I who can be funny about them, and hardly they about us!”

Larry looked to the ground, seeming sort of serious, but insinuating something of a faint smug smile. “I find them to be funny about how we rivet upon ourselves as funny! That is, we can find ourselves to be funny, but we can't think about them as if they always enjoyed that as an amusement!”

“Larry! How can you say that to me! ... We're not being real funny about them without them being funny about us, but that doesn't mean they amuse us more than we amuse them!”

Again Larry insinuated a faint smug. “Even so, perhaps we can connect our minds to them and then be helpless in that they can insinuate something about us the same way we have been insinuating about them!”

“So what!? Then we can handle it!” He looked at his buddy with a air of both apprehension and mockery.

“It's ridiculous to say that they aren't being cleverly enough to have an air of that we can handle them more than they can handle us. But in reality we can't ever be handling them in a way even as clever as theirs about us!”

Chris' air of apprehension became slightly more serious. “Do you mean that we aren't clever enough not to ever ridicule that we realize that they pretend as if nothing about what harm they might be into doing to us?!”

For the first time Larry looked dead serious. “Yeah, Chris, yeah, I mean that!”

Chris swallowed. He looked around as if for an answer, he too looking really serious now. After a while he bent his head forward towards his old friend and whispered: “Then we don't have any choice but to ridicule their asses so much that they can't have a chance to ridicule us - and that is ever that it should be!”

Larry looked at him. Still very serious he whispered back: “Exactly! Thereby we also should always take for granted that they will ridicule our asses as long as we don't ridicule theirs!”

“I agree!” Chris muttered, now sitting sitting in an upright position again.”

“Do you know what?! We don't have any choice but to be evil with women, while they have the choice to be either good or evil with men!”

“Yeah, that's right, I suppose.”

Thereby the two buddies started ridiculing all the girls they hung around with, and to some extent also guys. This led them to believe they didn't seem quite intent on ridiculing women as intensely as they did, but rather that they just happened to feel that they were easier to kid about. Even so, to begin with Susan, and then also a few other girls started to ridicule the thought of realizing that Chris and Larry wouldn't be fancying mocking them intensely no matter what the circumstance. Thereby, each of the two boys lost his air of being good enough, and thereby his possibilities of presenting himself as good enough as a friend or so for new people he met.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Notions of What Real Is

“Gods!” Catherine burst out. “No, it's they that it wouldn't be! It's God in heaven and Christ who are divinities! Not they!”

“I feel there is nothing like a divinity in even Christ, if one cannot proclaim those people also be of divine power!” her friend Linda answered.


“Because, they seem to be the ones behind that there is a possibility to always - or at least close to it - know what we have in God - or else to be able to work on being at least as good as they seem to be! ... I mean people like that teacher we had in the first three grades.”

“Then what do you mean by that when they interact, they don't seem to be anything but taking care of each others' wrongs?!”

“Because as they usually seem reliable not to wrong anybody, they can interact so that Godly development is secured. Moreover, they don't seem to interact for that on purpose!”

“So what?! Isn't that exactly what a God isn't?!”

“I say a God is in there, in their interaction, making them seem purposeful, although they aren't!”

“No, God does not!”

Linda looked at her as if for the first time. “If God doesn't pertain to influencing in those obscure ways, what do you mean by that Christ was there to save us, and at he same time he had to die on the cross just for the sake of our commitments to him?”

“It's because when we look at Christ and His suffering, then His commitment is even greater than all of ours combined, even!”

Linda sighed. “I didn't figure they would have brainwashed you this much at confirmation camp!”

“Brainwash?!” Catherine burst out. “How can you insult Christ by saying it's brainwash to even yield as much as I do to His divinity and grace!?”

“Okay! Let's say God resides in Christ and that we've got nothing to do with that he just seems to reside in the interactions between the people I mentioned! Then what do we have in that Christ doesn't seem to care about people who do not yield to acquiring the skills needed for receiving God's mercy?!”

But her friend looked indignant. “Don't ever try to fill me up with such nonsense again!”

“Look! It's not nonsense to say that what I speak of is reality, while you're relying on what people say there is in God and Christ!”

Looking even more indignant, Catherine proclaimed: “It's we who should abide by the rules of those whom He has already reached with His divine power! We have it in us not to ever need to have it seem like Christ hasn't been our saviour for two thousand years!”

Linda sighed again. “It's not us, but they, who pretend to be into understanding what Christ is about! I proclaim that you and I go study what Christ actually does want by having those three people seem to be of God, although neither one of them on his or her own accord seems to even be close to dealing with God with enough commitment to be trustworthy!”

Catherine looked at her. “Don't you get it?! Christ has been there for us so that one never has to worry about such things! That means that these three people can't be ruling our minds by their insinuations about themselves, nor even about their interactions with one another!”

“Thereby I proclaim that there has to be a commitment to Jesus in the interaction that goes on between people, sometimes even without either one of those people feeling that commitment him- or herself!!”

“Then how come that commitment doesn't surface to me even when I intend to put Jesus forward for the sake of having Him be the salvation necessary for their commitments to seem real about even proclaiming their realms of interest and thus their interactions be real about God?!”

“That's due to the fact that their interactions are so hard to believe to be Godly that your belief in Christ can hardly be enough for them to surface just because of the so-called good belief you have in that saviour!”

Looking very indignant, her friend looked at her and answered: “If that's your view on me, then here's what we have from now on: You are not my friend, and I can't trust you to be even one bit clear on how my commitment to God and our Lord Jesus the Saviour could benefit both you and even those three people!”

“I suppose you want to crush my beliefs in that things could work out God's way even without Christ already being there?! Supposedly it's Christ and him only that I should believe in, and then not even observe reality in any other sense!? How come you feel that it's Christ and not the social structures around us that actually guide us to intuition about what God cares for and what He will always be for us?!”

Her friend looked at her with disdain and the contempt only a religious person could feel righteous about having. “It's not evil to commit oneself to Christ! But it is evil to commit His teachings to the absolute nonsense of saying that some people's social structure or interaction with one another is too important for Him to be the salvation needed for us all!”

“Cath, how come they never seemed to be into Christ in the first place, do you think? It's not they, it's us - or else it's just you - who disdain the capability of having a morality be a virtue at hand - ... except for when it's a virtue at hand ... except when it's done only for giving Him all the credit for it!”

“I guess that when I was away to confirmation camp, you where out seeking the Jews that might teach you to argue like that!”

“No, I haven't been speaking to some Jews about it! It's not about them! It's about our commitments to Him, that great Jew, who died at the cross for our sake! Thereby there's not any excuse for you to scold me this way! There's no Jew in this, and even if there had been one, what would that have made of a difference for your opinion about what I have to say?!”

“I guess they have all brainwashed you then, those people you say interact, and those people who are in turn committed to the Jews!”

“It's not true that it's Jews that it's all about!”

“Then how come there's talk in you about God as nothing but a divinity of high strung stakes about His own dignity!? How come there's not the humility, according to you, in Him of being the divine power for us, who resurrects us by sending His own son to us?!”

“I guess it's because that seems real about seeing life the way it actually is, and not just into that nonsense of saying the church provides everything about what life is about!”

“We thereby have that you are a blasphemer on your own accord!”

“No! You seem to still not really get who I am! It's not I, it's you who's the brainwashed one! It's not they, those three and/or the others you seem to want to insinuate that about! It's not they, nor I, who want to brainwash people! Thereby, it's you, and not they, who are into sacrilege by proclaiming sanctimonious the dogmatics of authority and hierarchy!”

Her now former friend Catherine looked at her. “I see! And so I have to feel, you think, that they are into God just because they seem to be against that hierarchy that they all actually embrace! It is their embrace that it is, of Satan, that brings out the illusion - caused by him, and not God - that proclaims them to be the ones to be of God!”

“It's not you who get, then, that the three I spoke about don't get into any proclamations of themselves as Godly; they just are of God! They don't (like you!) need to proclaim themselves to be it! Thereby it's you and not I who have been brainwashed during the vacation!”

“Then I and not you have been led to the real teachings of Christ, which you call brainwash, but that's just because you don't understand anything about the real Christ, our saviour!”

“If that is so, how come then you have to say to yourself that it's Christ and not they who have anything of reality about them?!”

“That's because Christ has the absolute notion of reality!”

“Oh! It's that simple is it?!”

“No! It's not that simple! But that's all there is to say to someone who doesn't believe in the Christ that is after all there for us all to be our saviour and show us the way to the right way of living and so.”

“I don't believe that!” Linda said.

“Then you are of the devil! Thereby I will not have to speak to you anymore!”

“That's just out of fear of that what doesn't need proclamations can come to be seen as what it is!”

Catherine looked at her and said nothing. Indeed she said nothing to her ever again.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Reaching for Eternity through Relatives, Dead or Not!

Mother and son were standing in some fairly faint moonlight, before the building they knew his father had entered, and - almost certainly - not left. They both had intended to find what his spirit could say about his killers. But now the son seemed to have changed his mind.

“It sucks!” he told his mother. “There's no point in entering that building!”

She looked at him in disappointment. “Don't you get it?! If your papa's in there, we can perhaps find out about what happened!”

“I don't believe daddy's going to be alive, mama! I don't want to go in there and risk my own skin for the sake of finding out!”

She stood there and wondered, about herself, how she could feel so sure about it; but, even so, she somehow felt that she in her authority as a mother should instruct her son to go in there! “Even though there's at least a ghost after your dear old dad,” she reproached him, “you don't feel like caring to see to it that he can see to it that you and I learn what there was about these people, and how come they killed him?!”

“I'm sorry mama, but I don't feel that I can see to it that he can see to it that we learn from that he even might have a ghost in there! I can't do in there and risk that they discover it! And whether or not he has a ghost there is irrelevant for what they will do to me if they discover it!”

“Sorry sonny! But you and I have to go there! And we shall go in there now!” With that she lifted him to her chest and held him there, comforting him, the way a mother can comfort her son.

“I guess I can come along together with you, then, but we should not stay in for too long I think!”

“I'll see to it that your daddy speaks to me as soon as there's a possibility of tracing his spirit among the evil spirits in there, and insinuations from them! We shall, you and I, see to it that he speaks to us! If I can't, then you can! That's how it'll be!!”

“I hope so mom!” he said, almost sobbing, as she began to walk towards the building with him.

At the door she put her son down, carefully, instructing him to take it easy and not to run away, now that he was so close to the goal of seeing his father's spirit. He obeyed, and watched her use her hair pin to pick the lock. She was cunning enough to unlock it in about five minutes. Then, as she opened the door he felt a chill from inside. She held his hand and made him feel very ensured that she would manage to get the two of them out of there after they had contacted father's spirit and learnt from it.

Walking hand in hand, the two of them entered a living room, with a number of old framed paintings on its walls. Looking at one of them, the son said: “Here he is! They can spy on us unless we use that painting as protection!”

Boggled by his intuition, she smiled a bit happily, and then began to intuitively suggest for the ghost to appear within or at least close to the picture. After about two minutes, a ghost did appear in front of them. He said to them that they had to hurry, because he was going soon to be manipulated into not being able to know what was real and what wasn't. He said that even though he was protected by the picture, the murderers' intimidations against him worked strongly enough against his spirit so he would be unable to talk after about five minutes - or even less, he told them.

Whispering, they interrogated him about the killers, what they were after and what whereabouts they were using. He answered and she noted it in a tablet she had brought along for the purpose. After only about four minutes he began to fade away, and forty seconds later it was impossible to reach him.

The mother had fairly much information now, however. But she was missing one thing that was very important. That was where they were going to be when they wanted to strike against her, her son and the few others they had with them in this. Even so, she was rather satisfied with what they had achieved this evening.

While leaving the building her son asked: “Is daddy going to be gone from us forever after this?” He seemed pitiful while asking it.

“I hope not!” his mother answered, and even she felt a bit paltry at the thought of this perhaps being so. She thought for a while, then she added: “I suppose we can still have the intuition about him that we need, especially after this meeting with him!” Her son seemed a bit comforted by these words.

Upon this, they walked silently towards the gates when they heard a car approaching. In this, they knew that their intuition had been stronger than they thought it would be. In order not to be seen - at least not immediately - they hid in some bushes in the yard, away from the driveway, where a van entered soon after they were able to dive into the bushes.

The van did not enter the garage, but was parked right before it. Three people stepped out of it, two men and one woman. The woman had some quite garish make-up on, which disturbed the two who were hiding in the bushes from apprehending the ghost even by what they had of intuition about the father. Looking at each other, though, the two of them chose not to rule out that this change was only temporary.

“I'll watch them, sonny!” the mother whispered. “Meanwhile, won't you try to dig a hole below that fence, or something?!”

“Okay!” he said, and picked up a stick for doing it.

While he began digging, his mother watched their enemies. There were now four people outside the van, two men and two women. She kept watching, and saw one of the men open the van's back door, and she saw and heard the woman who had left the van last whistle.

Out from the van jumped three big dogs. They were obviously dangerous for the two in the bushes. Thereby, the mother cocked her gun as silently as she could. Meanwhile, her son was getting somewhere with digging a hole below the fence. “I can almost exit through it!” he whispered gladly to his mother, who still looked troubled though. “Good!” she answered. “When you can, go to the outside, and if it's not too frightening for you, please stay there and dig so that even I can exit there!” As she spoke her boy managed to move a rock so that he probably could leave right away, which he tried, and managed to crawl outside. But, meanwhile the dogs were running towards the bushes. The son saw his mother shoot two of them; one died the other was injured. The third dog stood and hesitated. It was some twelve yards from her, and, as it was dark, she would probably miss it. The boy kept on digging.

After a while, the mother had moved closer to the hole that her son was digging in. She was keen on still keeping an eye on the dog, which kept standing in the same place, though. But the people of the van were approaching, and they shone with flashlights towards the bushes. Two of those flashlights rested at the dogs for a while, and the people began mumbling things to each other about it. A third flashlight almost revealed where the mother was, but she was able to duck below a think enough foliage. After this she two began digging.

This she did for thirteen seconds her son warned her: “The third dog is charging!” She picked up her gun and was able to shoot it. But now the people too were approaching her, and the one closest to her fired her gun. It was not the woman with the garish make-up, but a someone with a style that could make her out as an owl, or something. Somehow she was the first one to approach the intruder. Two men who followed close behind seemed to be her backup. The woman with the make-up was not to be seen.

The mother gave her son her tablet, and asked him to run away and go with it to his uncle, who lived fairly close to this place. Her son obeyed, and the mother watched him leave on fairly quick feet. She turned around and saw, fairly near her now, a man closing in. She aimed her gone and shot him. This time the woman whose appearance was like an owl seemed to hear it. She was only eight yard or so away, and soon after fired her gun towards the mother, who was injured in the right shoulder. She, however, did not quite give up, but put her gun in the left hand, and shot back. But she missed, and tried again. This time she hit her, partly because she was now as close as five yards from her.

But the owl-like woman seemed still intent on hurting her. She fired her gun again. This time she hit her leg. And the other man was approaching as well. He fired, and his bullet hit the intruder in the head.

Meanwhile, the now dead woman's son was approaching his uncle's home. After a while he knocked on his door. But no one opened for about three minutes.

The boy began to sob. But a while after that, his uncle came to him through his yard, and smiled. “Oh!” he burst out with relief. “It's only you!” He looked happy, and soon after he opened his from door from outside.

Letting his nephew in, he asked him what he was about. The boy looked at him and said:”This!” and handed him his mothers writing pad. After the uncle had closed his door behind them, the boy explained: “It's my mother's notes from my father's ghost's words.”

The uncle looked through them. “Oh! They have pretended he should be held responsible for that mistakes can be made about which kinds of hardships might come about!”

“Yeah! He did say that!”

The uncle returned to the notes, and soon exclaimed: “Oh my! They also charge him for being into seeming to be clever at atoning against the mistakes that he allegedly is responsible for!”

“That's right! ... But, do you know what?! I think that mama gone to right now! I think she died while trying to escape through the small hole beneath their fence that I crawled through!”

“They have a hole beneath their fence you say?! And that it's large enough for a boy like you to just crawl through?!”

The boy sighed. “No, not that way! I mean I dug that hole for myself and escaped. She who is much larger, could not escape through it! She and I continued digging for a while, but then the people and their dogs found us, so she asked me to run away, and also to hand you her notes! ... But, uncle! I think she's died! ... Now I have no parent left in life, and the even though their ghosts perhaps can speak I will not be able to, I think, go to where they are, in their garden, her, and him even inside their house!”

His uncle looked thoughtful. “I'm sorry about all this, and perhaps I can arrange for you to be taken care of by some good enough substitute parents. As for myself I don't think I can take teh risk of keeping you here, as they might find out!” Then he went back to the notes.

After three or for more minutes, he seemed to have finished with them. But he sat still and looked very thoughtful and serious, for about two more minutes. Upon that, he said: “Okay, boy! I think I can arrange for you to stay with my cousin and her husband. They are interested in those who know something about how to interpret ghosts! And, after all, you did follow along there for the sake of helping your mother out with it, is that not so?!”

The boy looked a bit happy. “Yeah. She really felt I had to be there too!”

“Good, boy! Then I'll send you there! We'll just have to see to it that those people don't know where you're going! As for me, I'll stay here! Because, this is my home, and I know well enough how to defend myself in it!”

After a few days, the boy was transported to his uncle's (and mother's) cousin. After some more weeks, there was a message from the uncle saying that he had surveyed their enemies. Now they needed, though, to also bridge some gaps between themselves and potential allies against them. And a few years upon this, that was done. Four months later, the people seemed to have been defeated. After one more month, teh boy was able to go safely into the yard and house where he could speak to his parents again.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

For the Sake of their "Maturity"

This story is too mature  -  at least for very young readers  -  in that it is about the issue of maturing and maturity in a sort of quite dubious sense.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Hankering After Virtue of Attention vs. Hankering After Virtue of Truth

“Are you sure you really want that?!” he interrogated.

“Yes, I'm quite certain! Because they all insinuate for me that I am trying to get their sex appeal for it!”

“I assure you that they all might be after simply finding it in you that you admit to what your real preferences are!”

“No, I can't believe that would be what they aught to expect from me!”

“Then what do you think you are?! I, for one, could love them for actually giving me that kind of attention! Now isn't that what they actually should just seem to pretend they want all that much just because a guy like you seems to be into pretending to be a masculine kind of fellow!”

The other guy seemed to feel intimidated. A few seconds he just sat there and seemed to reflect over how he should judge the situation and the man he was talking to. Then he looked away, and rose from his chair and said: “There's something that you don't get about those girls in that they are as clever as you are at insinuating that they are able to stand for not being too much into sex to be real people!”

The other guy looked up. Looking a bit startled he stared at the guy who had just risen. There was a trace hatred in his eyes when he responded: “So! You think you can actually find yourself to be better than me - and even than some of those girls you've been talking about that you would like to - see to it that you can actually be with them more than just this causally?!”

“Conrad! I assure you they aren't what you make them out to be! But then again, neither are you! As a matter of fact neither they nor you have any confidence in caring to be smart at knowing what they or you are actually about!”

Conrad gave a slight smug giggle, which he quenched with slight bitterness. “Who do you think you are?! ... As I said!”

“I don't know who I am! But I do know that I'm not what you seem to be!”

The other guy rose threateningly. He seemed to be into a notion of having to fight over this. “Really?! Then how come you're so low as to feel that they are lower than one would expect when one is just a horny guy looking for some kind of appreciation!?”

The fellow he talked to peered at him in a solid enough manner not to seem quite frightened. He sighed. “Well, you're the one low enough to try to be into a fight right now!”

The other guy seemed a little bit nonplussed, hesitated for a moment and then sat down again. “Alright, I won't try to fight you over it - at least not right now.”

Thoughtfully the other fellow said: “I know know there's a possibility they all are hornier than they admit, because I notice, every now and again, that they flirt with me just to make me horny, and that is without me trying to get them to do it for me! ... That is they sometimes do it too eagerly for me to feel they don't feel desperate after a man's appreciation!”

“Yeah! Me too! So what's the big deal about that?! So what if they're horny enough to really want your, or any other guy's, appreciation?! What if they're just horny just in order to present themselves as real reliable creatures of the kind we know of as the sexy ones, and then try to charm you into admitting that they are as beautiful as the aspire to be?”

“[Sigh] I don't see it in them to actually try to be horny just for the sake of seeing much else in us but the types of simply horny men that they could use as instruments for their own lusts. It's not that they don't feel a lot better about themselves when they get into a relationship that is sexual that you think, is it?! I mean what then are you about with Tina and Maria when they obviously seem to be horny enough for screwing you for the sake only of sexual pleasure!? Cause, I mean: You even bragged about that!”

“So what?! They're just horny so that we can feel all the pleasure we want! And if they're not horny for you as well, then that'd be your problem for it! It's you, not they, who are actually too pathetic to have those kinds of sexual behaviors about you! It's you, not they, who are actually about making sexual behaviors not seem good enough for an occasion of man-to-woman relationships!”

“Then how come you and the others continue fighting about who wants who, and not like I try to settle for that it's just immature to keep on fighting about it?!” With that he ended the discussion and left the other guy.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Actual Appreciation ...

She looked at him. Scornfully she saw that he didn't seem to fall for the charm she had intended for him. But the scorn was intended for herself as well as for him; therefore she didn't feel guilty at all for feeling it. But to her surprise, he seemed to mind.

He looked at her spitted resolutely. The spit landed on the ground on front of his feet, and was intended to land there. She felt this proved that he wasn't too obnoxious to be viewed as provocative only; i.e. he probably wouldn't try to be dangerous to her if she didn't do anything to him. But she felt like not talking to him. Because he still did seem to obnoxious to be looking at as a friend - or even a potential one, because he didn't seem to mind that the spit had landed right in front of him as if it was intended to insult her about not being smart enough at charming him.

He, on his part, was feeling that she had been insulting him in the first place, not that he'd been looking for a charming or whatever or so person in her. It seemed obnoxious for him that she had seemed scornful against that she seemed lousy at caring for his care to seem safe enough to assume as moral enough for being into not caring very much if she charmed him or not. It seemed even worse for him that she didn't seem to feel even one bit guilty about it.

But she felt that he had no right to have that opinion about her. She was a girl who was supposed to be charming and cute so that those who appreciated that in a woman would be able to see that in her. Therefore she laughed scornfully once more, and saw in him a pending guy who didn't care to fancy her being as worth his appreciation as scores of others could. She thereby felt free from guilt and free from remorse about it. She felt that she had all the appreciation she needed and that he was just a more or less sillily frank and fairly weird guy. Thereby she appreciated her own inconsistency about her notions of coherency as though they were of honest and good moral. But he noticed this and developed a slow growing hatred for her ways about it.

Even though he had run into some other girls who had behave similarly, he didn't feel broken enough to ever give up on the notion of honesty being something else than what these kinds of girls could appreciate it as. It seemed to him that she sorted out moral as if it was her own, from the different types of facts and notions about life that she had to care about on her way into adulthood. She seemed to him to be appreciative of the notion of truth as something to be bargained for, not as something to view as real notion of what is real. The fact that she and a few other young women seemed totally sure of themselves about being seemingly moral forever for being that kind of fake seemed scary for him. He even felt shattered when she looked at him that way, looking as if she felt totally innocent after first scorning not only him, but also truth and what truth is about.

He thereby watched her and her friends as they left with an awe about the way they appreciated themselves. She, meanwhile, felt that she had just left behind a fellow who was unusually corny and unappreciative of the sense she had of herself as good enough for anyone to appreciate - not excluding the boys or men she might want to be appreciated by. She thereby felt she needed to talk to one her close friends about how to deal with this fellow.

The two of them talked later that night and decided to seem to be subjects of his scorn for no reason. This, she felt though, was not enough. They need to, she told her friend, seem to be appreciative of even his notion of how he views himself. They should have to, she felt, seemingly be into caring also for those who were to be viewed as outsiders - at least from their own point of view. Thereby, people would appreciate the two of them as both cute and as caring as they are cute!

“I guess we can take that kind of stands,” her friend agreed. “But I think we should also show them that he is absolutely not an interesting guy for us! Because we should not seem to be into those men who fancy us young girls to be what they should be dealing with. Instead, they should view us as better than that they could ever reach us - nor actually scorn us, for that matter!”

“Okay! ... To start with, then we could say to our parents that we've run into a guy who was superficial enough not to admit that what we are is what he shouldn't be minding as if there was any reason for him to care to tell us what we are to be seen as. Because there seems to be a notion in him of actually having it he is the one to be a fellow to appreciate.”

So they did.

Four months later, the two girls were at a disco and one of them spotted what seemed to be that same fellow. They noticed that the son of a friend of their parents was with him. This made them curious.

Thereby they felt like watching them now and again for the rest of the evening. Doing so they got he impression of that the guy who was a friend of their families was attempting to reveal the fellow as immature, and thereby shouldn't be there. This they found to be worthwhile, as they also could appreciate the notion of this guy being the same as the one they had complained to their parents about. But then, to their disappointment, they observed him say something to their friend-of-the-family guy, who, seemingly a bit unsure of himself, withdrew for a while.

When he came back, he said something back to the other one, which seemed to make him feel both indignant and insulted. But he reacted by insulting him back, it seemed, and soon the two of them were very hostile towards each other. After a few minutes of quarreling the two of them decided, it seemed, to continue it somewhere else. The two girls saw them leave the disco, each of them, seemingly, bringing a friend with him.

They decided to follow the four of them by stealth, which they did, and that lead them to a park, where a fight broke out between the two whom they had been observing. It went on for perhaps four minutes before the guy who's parents knew their parents was injured severely enough to no longer stand a chance. When that happened the two fellows who had followed along as friends discussed something for a while.

After a few minutes the two of them decided, or so it seemed, that the guy whom the girls had been troubled by had won. They thereby both pointed at him with respect and then the three of them left the girls' parents' friends' son bleeding and despised. This the two girls found to be scary.

They waited for about five minutes, then they also left, and began walking towards the house of one of them. On their way there, the other one said: “Wow, he didn't seem able even to reach his phone and call the cops or something! I wonder if we should be telling your parents about how we could have but didn't dare to be helping him - or else what else we should say!”

“Me too! I wonder what we are to be about now as we don't have a notion of what is going to happen to that fellow who after all helped us make that insultive guy seem like a bad person!” She shivered. “Wonders how he will survive, and if we've actually killed him by not staying there and saving his life!”

“I think we've better see to it that our parents get there as quick as possible!” Neither she nor her friend reflected much over calling an ambulance, because the two of them knew that the four guys had been into something that was sort of tradition not to tell the authorities about!

When they had finished their walk, they entered the house of the one of them who had felt insulted in the first place, As they spoke to their parents, they could not express what they found themselves to seem to appreciate about the guys who had been escorts and judges of the two fighters. They somehow felt that they needed to express that, but that they couldn't, because it was a secret notion of - so to speak - what went wrong in a man, that the two of them were about. Instead, the conversation emerged in describing the situation that the two of them had been stuck there, and couldn't help the fellow, which was partly because of their appreciation of those who had - by fair notions of what is correct for such a fight - deemed the guy they could have helped as a fellow to be left behind. Thereby, the two of them eventually decided to never speak again to anyone about how to resurrect a man who has lost a fight!

Two months later, the two parents (of one of them) whom they had talked to said to them that they are to be sweet and good for the sake of not seeming to be involved in that the two guys fought, nor that they had been insulting each other. Instead of explaining for them why this was important, they told the girls not to even think about what had happened. And in case either of them ever just happened to think about it anyway, she should say to herself that it was just imagination!

Their daughter looked at them and asked: “What shall I say to those who want to know why we had it in us to seem satisfied by that we had been defended by a friend of the family?”

Her father looked at her. “Is there anything they could happen to say to you that wouldn't be seen as that they make something of a notion that is just a fantasy?!”

She looked thoughtful for a while. “I guess not,” she answered, “but I can't be quite sure about that.

Now her mother was the one to ask: “I guess you can't have it they don't feel like being better at understanding how to be - even potential - friends - of you or anyone else around here, that that they might just continue feeling that it's real, even when you say it isn't?!”

“No, I guess they shouldn't be too stubborn for me to handle in a way that doesn't make me think about that stuff as a reality!” she said, and then hid that notion deeply inside of her.

Her mother looked at her and inquired: “Are you sure you never will be too unreliable to stay away from ever seeming to be into anything of what they could view as a real kind of vanity?”

“No, I'm not totally sure about that, mama!”

“Then I'll have to keep you away from those people who might find out from you otherwise!”

“And who are they?”

“It's the people I've been talking to down in the village. They aren't kids like you, and I don't think there are any kids who will ever become that nosy!”

“So I have to stay away from adults from now on?! Mom, I'm thirteen, and I'm soon into feeling like an adult myself! So how can I avoid even seeing those people that I soon will pertain to?!”

“It's not the young adults that you shouldn't pertain to, just some of the older ones, and I'll tell you eventually exactly which of the older ones that will be!”

“Oh! Good! Then I think I can manage!”

“Good, then!” her mother said.

“Good!” her father also said.

“From now now on you will not seem to be inept for excuses of the kind that are called for by those who forge that they comprehend, the right way, what there is to a society and what we all should appreciate from one another! That is you should not be wrong for God to take as a defence for His absoluteness about Jesus and what He stands for about us and our Christian cares! From now on you will be good Christians, and pray every day before you go to bed! Otherwise those things of the past might come and haunt you!”

She looked at her father. “Okay, dad! I'll become a good Christian from now on!” she said and realized that she would have to stick to this decision for the rest of her life.

Her friend, who had been silent for a long time now asked: “How come there isn't any certainties about what there is in the afterlife, so that one can feel very sure that one isn't doing something that will turn out to be unfruitful?!”

“I suppose,” the father objected, “you don't care to have it that Christ i sour saviour and that it will be that way no matter what we think or might say about it!”

The mother looked at them and added: “You must see to it that you'll be forever loyal with Christ, and that He'll be there for you to give you the safety you need!”

The two girls looked at each other. “I want to see to it that Christ will be there for all of us,” the one who wasn't a daughter of the family answered. “But I also want to see Him as the savior whom we all can trust, and I thereby want to be sure that he will give us an afterlife that will be okay!”

“I can,” the mother answered, “see it in you, to be able to take it that Jesus isn't the one to be telling everybody, just the one to be caring for everyone! Remember it is Satan who can otherwise be the ne to also talk to you as though there was a safe assumption!” She looked at her daughters friend and seemed to be sure of herself.

The girl swallowed. “Okay. I guess I can go for it that way, then. So where do I begin trying to conceive myself as a subject of Christ rather than the type of girl who never would feel there was any safety in what isn't said!?”

The mother looked at her. “Don't pretend that you don't need to believe in order to stay with Jesus!”

The two girls looked at each other again. “Then how come I and your daughter don't have it in Jesus to say to God that we need to be saved in a way so that we really can appreciate ourselves as safely His?! It's we, isn't it, who will have to appreciate God, and what if he doesn't have to appreciate us back?!”

Both of her friend's parents looked a bit startled over this query. She saw this and continued: Thereby I'll be platonically smart at having Jesus there, and I'll have the notion of myself as one with Him and God forever, but I won't be safe enough against the devil unless there can be a sureness that he cannot reach me even by taking my life!”

“It will be your decision to understand God the way that you feel you should have to!” the father said. “From now on you will have to speak to your own parents about it! We have had enough of this now! It is in your family, not ours, that there's a need to sort out what God wants from you!” His wife seemed to agree with him.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Girls' School Master

“Welcome to class!” he said.

The girls looked up. Two of them started smiling at him in a way he recognized as simple enough to hide that they were hiding something. Most of the others just straightened their backs and seemed to be preparing to listen.

Being a male teacher for this all-female class could hardly mean safety to assume that they all would fancy either listening to what he had to say, nor that they would even look up to him enough not to insinuate that there was a mistake in letting him be there and earn a salary for doing it! He had been told they were, at least potentially, among the worst in the state about such insinuations - “except for to the extent we can keep them from thinking they'll ever get away with it!” they had said; both of the two people who he spoke to when applying for this job said something in that fashion.

It was not easy for him to get this job. But he had fairly good merits as a man capable of being soft and authoritarian at the same time. It had been fascinating for him to portray himself as the man for this work place, after seeing an ad for a, preferably male, teacher for girls who lacked the belief in the discipline of care and development.

As he sat down, he noticed something on his desk. It was a book, which made him insinuated for him that someone had been assuming he needed something to read by the side. “Oh, what have we here?!” he asked, and picked it up.

As he did, there somehow seemed to be a slight air of delight among some of the girls.

He looked at its back side. Doing this he read that it was about “how to stand up against those who can manipulate people into belief in pretending there's a point to every scorn against humility that could be expected in certain situations.”

Thereby he looked up, and saw the girls giggling at him. Looking at them he said: “I'm not sure that I need this!” upon which there was a silence.

One of the girls said: “It seems they have given you a book in order for you to find out how to feel humility is enough for handling those who all seem intent on being hardy and cruel!”

From behind her another girl began speaking: “I guess they all want you to find out what it's like to be a teacher for an all-girl class?! Well here we are! And what do you think of us?!”

“I don't know what to make of you all yet!” he answered, upon which there was a brief mumble among the girls.

“No, that figures!” someone said and blew her bubble-gum.

Another girl, who sat next to her, looked at her and said: “How come they give him a book without making him find out how come he has to read it?!”

The girl with the gum answered she thought that “They need him to know why he seems to be an authority unless he believes that they are insinuative of virtue about care for tendencies for care for love and affection!”

“I guess you mean they care for sensuality, in that respect, then?” he remarked.

The girls smiled and said: “I don't need you to say that you have to be into sensuality for the need of destabilizing that those who represent power can pretend that we are scoundrels will continue to do so for those years to come when we have finished this education, and will need to propose they be seen as vain those who pretend we're to be looked down upon!”

“I see that this book comes from someone in this class, then!” he said finally.

Some of the girls smiled musingly over that he said it. A few of them started to be a bit vulgar so that he felt unsure of whether or not he could withstand as authority against them! “Do you mean that I should try to be soft on that you try to be clever at pretending to be normal, whereas - even though - the faculty has had it you shouldn't be seen that way!?”

One of the girls looked at him and said: “Am I stupid enough for them to say that about and are you cynical enough to believe them!?”

“I must be cynical! The faculty will be against me to the extent I'm not!”

She looked at him again and said: “Why not find us to be the kinds of teens who find ourselves to be virtuous at least for the sake of interpreting mistakes as immature to make, and thereby not the need of being tutored by a special teacher such as yourself!?”

“It's because they, the faculty, don't see it in you to be that kind of mature!”

“Then how come they seem to be with you about that you shall lead this class by rather good and gentle means?!”

“That's because they feel that I have so far managed to have you think about yourselves as being smart enough not to pretend to be sensible about what to do about your situation of being in a school for those distrusted by their elders!”

“Then how come we all feel you need that kind of a present?!” she asked, seemingly indicating the book.

“I don't know why!” he said, and then finally began his lesson.

Two weeks later he was called to a meeting with the school's board of officials. They told him that he was not allowed to feel that the girls had the right to feel that they were at all more smart than those who went to the ordinary schools where they could have been. They also said that he was going to have to leave his job after finishing the on-going school year.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

That's What Men Should Be Like (According to Some!)

“It's Beatrice and that other Ann who are into pretending men should be of authority if any good at all!”

His girlfriend (whose name also was Ann) looked at him. “Are you sure?”

“Almost!” he responded. “I feel quite certain! But to the extent there's a point in it for you, perhaps you could find out from a girls' perspective!?”

“I guess I can!” she answered. “But I don't want to jump to conclusions about them; not with you, and not when I'm checking it in that way! ... So how do you want me to find out?!”

“Eh, hm. I'm of sure about that!”

“I guess they could be seen as the bitches that sort of have us all be evil in that sense?!”

“Mmh, yeah, that's what I mean!”

“I feel certain that Beatrice is actually lesbian, and she that other girl seems straight! Somehow I feel then that they should not be seen as the same kind of bitchy in that sense! ... I wonder if it's like one of them is about seeing men as inferior unless they hurt her, and the other like into wanting to piggy-back about it?!”

He looked thoughtful. “Yeah I guess that could be so!”

“It's not like I'm always right or something! It's not that I couldn't be wrong! Perhaps the two of them are almost exactly the same - even though I've got something of a gut feeling to the contrary!?”

He sighed. “Yeah, perhaps that is so!”

“But, Jeff, how did you reach that conclusion, in the first place?”

“It's the way the behave, that's all!” he answered.

“Then I feel we shouldn't be sure to begin with! Perhaps they're just bitchy because somehow, ... it's like one of them might have a mother who is like that! The other might just be sort of trying to pretend to be like that! ... Or something like that, perhaps, right?!”

He sighed again. “Yeah okay, perhaps I've been a little bit hasty about them. I can agree that I don't know their moms, nor if either of them has any like silly faking of herself as such a bitch.” he said and sighed once more. Then he added: “But don't you know it?! It's three of that other Ann's and at least one of Beatrice's ex-boyfriends who have been made to look evil simply because they were being good to her!”

“Ohh! That guy!? ... I mean that ex-boyfriend of Beatrice's!? ... Yeah! I find that guy to be a bit too good to be viewed as such a butthead evil guy!”

“Yeah that guy!” he said feeling certain she meant the same kid.

“I don't remember his name really! Was it Oscar?”

“It might have been! Either way I found out from him, and from two of the other Ann's exes that they were badly treated as such!”

“And the forth guy?!”

“Him I found out about from that his mother told my parents about it!”

Now his girlfriend looked thoughtful. “Alright!” she said. “I'll settle for that she's almost certainly that kind of an evil! I'll find out about Beatrice tomorrow, I think! Because, you know, they're having a girls' gathering in the park near my work place every Wednesday. I sometimes go to them after lunch. I mean they sit close to where I usually eat.”

“Great! I suppose they don't want to talk about it, perhaps, though!?”

“I know, but I'll find out; at least I think so!”

“Great! But how?”

“Don't you worry! I think I can find out about them, if you'll only leave it to me!” she said firmly.

“Why do you feel that I can't take part in that?!”

“Because they feel that those who are into what a man has been thinking should not be considered friends, enough even to answer to her questions!”

He looked startled. “Oh! It's all that bad!”

“Kind of!”

“Alright, Ann! Do it your way then!” he said, but felt weirdly that perhaps she could be manipulated by them if she didn't let him in on it. “It's sad but true, isn't it,” he added, “that they, and not those who say to themselves that men should be allowed to be modest, are into such esteem about themselves! ... Right?!”

She sighed. “Yeah, honey! It's sad! But now I really need you to let me go, so that I don't have an air of too male friendly for them about me!”

“I can't see the real clue you have about them unless you tell it to me right away! And I can't find a way to be trusting you anymore if you don't want to tell me!”

“Then I'll tell you this! I find out how they behave about me finding it in me to want you to seem to be a nice enough guy to have as a boyfriend! They try to tell me how aren't, perhaps, or they try to tell me what to expect from someone like you. Thirdly, perhaps they try to find out what you really are of a man - or of a boy, they might perhaps be thinking! ... Now, how do you want me to find out if it isn't about you that they can relate to what men are like!?”

He thought about this for a while. “I guess that it could also be that it's your bro or dad that you'd ask them about!”

“I know! But if they don't find that I have reason to think about you, then I can't relate back to speaking to you without them having a hunch about it!”

“I guess you can find out, then, about both me and your dad, and perhaps your little bro as well!?”

“I guess I might do that!” she said and with that they decided to follow through with it that way.

After work the next day they spoke again about it, and she had found out that they indeed found both her dad and boyfriend to be silly enough fellows not to pay much attention to. About her little bro they said that perhaps he was being an innocent little kid so far, and that could be “fine so to speak,” they had told her. But later on in life he would probably grow up and thereby be the type of fellow that perhaps needed to learn how to make his stands so that he could be “seen as a real guy to be into as what a man is, and not what he pretends to be when he's not about being what he really is into that they should fancy him as!”

“That's just about all they said!” Ann said.

Her boyfriend looked troubled and stupefied. “I suppose,” he said hesitantly, “that it's me they see as the type of fellow who's just faking it! ... and those who seem to be dishonest as the only men who are for real then, or should we say to be treated as such?!”

“I guess they meant something like that you - and my dad as well - can't be trusted for their kindness, while they themselves - and I too - should be! That I don't agree with! At least not the part about them being more trustworthy than you or my dad! But I can agree with the part of it that is that men in general are not trustworthy unless one sees the worst side of them already. Because I can find them to find themselves clever at pretending I should be trusting them just because they find themselves to be what I should like to view as trustworthy!”

“I find myself to be an exceptional guy, then!” Jeff said.

“I guess that a man-woman in a relationship aught to be about trust in the first place, right, Jeff?!”

“Yeah!” She saw that he kind of - or at least almost - mused about it.

Jeff looked at her and added: “Why then find responsibility in pretending that they aren't ridiculous in trying to be cute and so, for you, and why not commit yourself to me for the sake of our relationship to each other!”

She looked at him. “Oh, Jeff! You and I should perhaps do that! Perhaps we should feel that we are the only ones to really be good enough for each other!”

“Then why don't you try to feel that I am the only guy there'll ever be for ya!? ... Or don't you and I fit together just like Adam and Eve for it!?”

“Yeah, Jeff! I guess we do!”

Thereby Ann and Jeff began a relationship where she secretly vindicated Jeff's esteem as a guy to be reckoned with as superior. The two of them thereby were or at least seemed to be adapted to what that Beatrice and that other Ann had seemingly had it a man should be. Indeed they (almost subconsciously) gave up the morals that they felt those two (and, as they eventually found out, at least a few other women as well, it seemed) would define as “surface good”. ...

Saturday, February 4, 2017

It's a Guy Whom They, the Women, Want!

Victor looked annoyed. “Don't you see?!” he asked. “It must be he and not the girls who care to pretend as if something about the so-called moral in that he has all of them!”

“It's they who hide it all the time!” his friend Seb answered.

“They don't see their own interest as something too important in it all! What do you mean that it even could be they who actually care to pretend as if it really is adequate that he has them all?!”

“They might want to be hiding their wrongs behind that fellow!”

This seemed to blow Victor's mind a bit. He flinched, looked thoughtful and said. “I don't know for certain if that perhaps explain why they behave as they do.”
“Why else would they be into believing that they have something for him? In a sense, though, they seem to have something for just about any authority man. Only, I guess, this man is especially smart at having them think that they can be hiding behind his ass forever!”

Victor peered thoughtfully. “I guess that could be so!” he said after a while.

Two days later, the two friends went to a fairly well-lit park where they knew the womanizer they had been talking about usually picked up a few girls after having been at a bar where he also did that, but where he also left them speechless about that he didn't really take anyone home with him.

The two of them hid up in a dark treetop. From there they hoped to see, in binoculars, what the son of a bitch was doing. ... But to begin with they had to find him, for which they searched the park, using their binoculars. After they had been doing that for about twenty-five minutes, Seb spotted him entering the park, and pointed this out for Victor.

They watched him stand there at first, looking around, and having a seemingly delightful appearance. Then he picked up two young women (one around twenty, the other a little older) who had begun looking at him. After talking to the two of them for a while he also caught the eye of a teenage girl who passed by, seemingly on her way to a popular disco that lay there right next to the park.

The two young women greeted the teenager. The older one of them heartily took her hand in hers. Then she assisted her, it seemed, in trying to score on the guy. Meanwhile the younger of the two made herself available for either him or one of the other two in the small party of four that had now gathered, by assisting him in making clear that he was a guy to trust for the type of relations that one should be expecting to last.

Seb looked at his friend. “Clearly he wants them all three for his bedtime fun! Now, why, do you think, will they be accessible for him?!”

“Perhaps because of what you've been saying, right?!”

“Hmh. He's there for them in a sense that makes them feel assured that they don't seem guilty unless he fails to emphasize his air of adventurous escapades! That's why they love him for it! It - seemingly, at least! - protects them from seeming bad even when they are!”

While they were talking, the guy had been joined by yet another girl, who was around twenty, and with the four of them he began walking towards a dim area of the park. Seeing this, Seb said: “This is proof that they never will be available that way for someone who doesn't approve of having them hide hide behind him! It's proof because he walks that way in order to reassure then that he actually will be giving them that kind of adventure!”

“Then what,” Victor asked, “should we do about it? For we don't care, do we, and we don't have to know, what it is to be similar to the type of damned fop! Therefore, I ask you, my dear friend, why should we sit here, in the first place, up in the treetop, wait for the little incident of the charmer catching a few girls!? Why should I have to trust you as a friend if we can't go down there and spy more thoroughly on them so, that we can learn how to charm them ourselves!?”

“I don't think we'll learn anything much from doing that! Besides, it's probably risky!”

Victor sighed. “Are you sure? ... Because then I ask again: How come you feel they were worth it to spy on, in the first place?”

“It's because I already know everything! The whole deal with him is that he shouldn't be seen as what they see him as! My problem is only why those girls find it attractive to be in the illusion that they really get away with it!”

“I assume,” Victor answered, knitting his brows, “that they can expect some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy about that!”

“Great! Then we've solved that problem as well! Then - I agree - it would be worth it, perhaps, to be spying on them more closely! But for that sake we need to be better prepared than just with a pair of binoculars!”

“I agree! Do you mean that we should by saying that to people try to have him seem ridiculous to be trusting, or do you mean that we should keep it a secret?!”

“I mean that we should let people know, but carefully!”

“How can we be careful enough about it?”

“I don't like that you see that as a problem. I hope we both are able to use our skills and intuitions for it! I hope you, as well as I, can keep your ways good enough for that kind of word to spread, and that without the girls who support him focusing on us as his and their enemy!”

“Okay, I'll try to stick with that!”

Two months later, the two friends had spread their word about it. They found themselves to be a bit backed up by some women and many men about it. But, they did not manage to very much undo the harm they found the guy to be doing! In that, they somehow found the situation to be fairly normal! ...

Saturday, January 28, 2017

It Seemed to Her that She Knew Everything About Flirting

“Indeed!” she said.

He looked at her.

“Indeed!” she repeated. “I very often feel that we are one!”

“Should I believe that?! ... Or do you want me to just pretend it for the sake of having an affair?”

“I feel that we can be seen as one because the sense we have of each other is that when I want something, you seem to want to handle it as though you knew what it was about!”

“I feel that we are not one, because we don't belong to each other!” he said. “If it seems to you that I seem to know what you feel you're about, then how come I don't seem to find it a safe assumption that you are about, ehm, whatever you are about right now?!”

“Indeed,” she stated one third time, “do I feel that you and I pertain to one another! But since you have now ruined it, I'll just have to move away from the thought of you as a guy I would be likely to have for a partner!”

“Well! I see that you're trying to engage me in trying to pretend you've been working on me all day or so!”

“I don't feel I have to show it to someone that I'm working on contact with! I feel that we two are in contact, just because of that extra notion of you and I being intuitive about something, now and then, that scores on us as similar in our wishes!”

“Only this morning you said to Harold, just as if I didn't exist, that there are no men except him! Now, how can you find yourself to be intuitive with me after treating me as so uninteresting?!”

She looked thoughtful. “This morning I was, ... let's see. Harry and I seemed to relate to each other like we were into finding ourselves at home with each other! There's always room for a newbie to be seen as welcome to greetings so that he or she doesn't feel left out!”

“Oh! That's every newcomer I suppose!? ... Or is that only the male ones?! Or the young and ones, even?!”

She looked at him, fairly upset with what he just said. “Do you feel that I have to be harassed just because I help some people feel smart at relating to what I am?!”

“I don't see that I have to feel that you're just helping those people to adjust to what's proper to know about you! I find you to be flirting with just about everyone in the office, and, okey, especially teh new boys that come here and lack experience!”

“Don't they need to find themselves at home right here, and ain't I doing what there can be done for them to feel at home!?”

“I don't feel that you treated those new girls that same way!”

“Don't insult me about not being able to know how to suppose they need my introduction! It's they who are cunning already; in the ways that I know how to introduce people into beginning to be.”

He peered at her with suspicion and some contempt over him. Then he sighed. “I'm not going to believe you! But I know that those studs that come here and don't know about you will! So how come you try to score on me!? Haven't you got enough of them already!?”

She touched his shoulder and said: “It's you who are the kind of guy who really is what I really love to fancy!” There was an air of delight over her.

He looked stubborn. “Bitch! For the sake of pretending I am the only man you want in that certain manner! ...”

She sort of smiled at this comment, then said: “You and I have nothing to engage in with each other. From now on I'll keep away from you, and so also, I expect, will you keep away from me! Right, stud?!”

“Alright, I'll keep away from you!” he answered.

With that they ended the conversation. From then on they only occasionally glanced at each other, hardly ever both at once. Also, from then on, they both pretended that they wouldn't ever have been attractive by that other person!

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

"We are the Proud Defenders of Humanity!"

“Look! It's too pathetic to feel as if they were actually moral just because they're into looking at themselves as smart at nailing those who have authority over them.”

“Why do you feel they aren't trying to actually nail them?!”

“It's because they're actually working on trying to find out what that is that they're into authority for! They're into authority only because there are criminals who try to pretend to be reason enough for the rebels to fake that they are unnecessarily harassed by those authorities!”

“Then why do we have an authority in them who wants to see itself as good enough to be worth it to portray that way?! It's worth it for the sake of training at sorting out who is what and when we actually have an authority there! Therefore I think they're not worth it to have as the authority they are, and they are not it to be trusting!”

The son of the two people arguing broke in. “Papa, mama is right in that they are not to be trusted! They are actually so fake that even the police don't trust them!”

His father sighed. “It's necessary just the same,” he answered, “that we let them be seen as good enough for being the right type of opponent to those who have the criminal type of authority! Because, they use the only language those criminals are willing to understand - and thanks to that, they can beat them at their own game!”

The ones he was referring to a community for defending the privileges of those trusted by society. It was founded by some people who clearly saw themselves as superior to anyone who could have it in them to join a movement against belief in society. Even so the organization they had founded also used illegal methods. ...

His mother now broke in and asked: “How come sonny, do you think, does he feel we aught to let the hypocrisy of those who fight against accepting the methods they want to use themselves?!”

“I guess mommy, it's because he feels they aught to have the might and power to oppress everyone else with it!”

Both the son and the mother mused contemptuously at this. The mother smiled and seemed to sort of to cuddle up with contentment over the notion of the father as a person to be scorned.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Real or not Competences of Morality(?!)

Cecilia looked at brother. “Why is it,” she asked, “that in the movies, in television series, the looser that seems bullied never turns out to be a bad person too. Cause, as everybody knows, the bullied person often is someone who's being bullied for a reason, hardly ever for nothing - even thought those who bully him or her can very likely be assholes too!”

“Why wouldn't it,” he asked her back, “be the bad person that is obvious about being bad that is actually bullied, then? How come, I mean, do real people find it in them to be obvious about feeling sin is adequate for an excuse for being bullied, while in the movies, those portrayed as real, seem adequate to fit in for ever with those who view piety, virtue and so as very good to have!”

“Why don't you ever answer instead of just asking back?!”

“It's because you never ask anything that is worthwhile! Because there's no reason to believe there's a goodness in all of us, but of course the movie stars can't be portrayed as though they weren't supposed to be virtuous models of behaviour, so that they can serve to keep society going! That's why sis! Now I've answered!”

“Cut out that nonsense of trying to pretend the producers of them are just into making our society work! I mean they really want to make the money, don't they?! Now, wouldn't it sell better if they really sorted out the reality of things!?”

“I really can't say they shouldn't believe that would be working for their money, sis. So, actually, you're right! They aught to work on portraying them as being fairly bad people, I guess!”

“I mean how come they don't try to make that way of making money fit in with contributing to a good societal view on what to expect from people?!”

“It's because they don't really have the guts to feel that they are evil! In fact they could all have been bullied themselves! That's what I believe!”

“But how come they don't feel then, that they could make money from portraying themselves as almost not evil, and then they would be just like the rest of us!”

“I don't know, sis! But perhaps that's just because they're not evil in the first place, and then they can't be evil enough to portray it like that!”

“I don't know how they in that case can portray themselves as sophisticated at being wise and robust so that there's no actual reason behind the bullying! Because a liar is after all not an actually good person, and they seem to be into something like lying when they portray themselves as that good!”

“I can't say they aren't very wise, those producers, and besides that, I doubt it that I was right about them being bullied all the rime! Instead, I think now, they are into determining assholes as the ones to be sophisticated against, and not just by joining the bullies or something!”

“I agree. I also suppose you're into lying to me about why they are being bullied, because I don't feel they're actually smart enough, those victims, to be the ones to proclaim that no one, not even they, should be bullied. Instead they keep on suffering and feeling as though they were supposed to be assumed to be superb, and that therefore the bullying that goes on should target others instead of them.”

“Yeah, I agree! But I don't also feel that they're being bullied only because they're bad! I feel they also are bullied because they seem odd or so.”

“It's not really they who are being bullied only because they're odd. And I don't think it even could be the main reason, actually! Because all the bullies I've met seem like smart enough people to figure out that an odd person could be as adequate as a more ordinary one!”

“I can't feel that you're up to a point that actually suits my interests! I mean I'm being bullied, and I don't feel they have any reason to torment me but that I'm alone and that they are many!”

“I suppose you're being bullied for the sole reason that you're pretending to be good all the time! I mean pretentious people are exactly what they're targeting!”

“Then give me a reason to pretend I'm not good, and I'll show them how to be into that bullying isn't an actual triviality to be dealing with!”

“I feel that your not good because you're pretending to be good all the time! I also feel you're not being bullied, because you feel that you're too smart for them, actually. That is, I don't feel you're being bullied, since they can see in you that you're strong inside and that you're not the chicken they have in those they want to victimize!”

“I feel I'm bullied because they want to pretend to be my friends and then they always see our friendship as an inadequacy. I moreover feel that I'm being bullied by those who refuse my friendship because of those fakers that I've already been friends with.”

“Then how come you feel you're being bullied and not just assumed to be a bad person? I mean it's not bullying, really, to pretend as if something about a person one doesn't trust or so.”

“I feel it's bullying in that they pretend I have a reason to believe I'm below them! I also feel it's bullying because they try to pester me about how they feel about me and, as if I weren't their friend or potential friend, in reality, they harass me about being good to the people they don't like!”

“Then how come you keep trying to be good all the time?!”

“It's because I don't have any choice but to try to be good to everybody, because otherwise they would still embarrass me about being sophisticated against their morals, or so-called!”

“ The adequacy for being into a moral is that it's actually worth their while, and thereby they should be into you as the person they aught to judge by standards of sophistication as virtue for them and not as a reason for bullying you!”

“I know! That's why I feel I'm inadequate for them as it seems!”

“What then is your point in feeling that you're worth it by pretending to be superb and virtuous?”

“It's about that I can't sync with them, and not about that I don't have any actual morals! I mean I'm not really pretending for them that I am a a guy of virtue. I just really am that!”

“How come, then, do they pretend, as you say, that you're not actual about it?!”

“It's because they already had the share of the virtues I had for them! Thereby they feel they can be tricking those who don't know that I could become a good friend! And thereby they seem to be good friends themselves, because they also trick them into thinking they had nothing for me, nothing to be grateful of!”

“I thereby see in you a fellow who cannot communicate his will to be into virtue and thereby you are being bullied because they don't see it in you to be able to prove that they could feel better about having you as a friend than not!”

“I see that you're trying to understand what kinds of friends I really did have! Or aren't you into seeing it in me to be a pretender who doesn't seem moral because I wasn't good enough at communicating the virtues that they seem ridiculously and/or arrogantly into pretending I couldn't have?!”

“Okay! But then how come we are supposed to have a friend in that girl Maria, who is that kind of a faker?! I feel she hasn't got, that is, the morals of staying adequate for telling the truth about people. Or didn't you notice how she smiled when she said that guy Tony wasn't into morals and that he had simply tried to see to it that he was a guy to be reckoned with as though he was worth it, but that then he really wasn't!”

“I suppose that Maria is simply about what I feel is really inadequate, then. Do you mean I really aught to take care of not having them as friends who could even potentially be fakers?”

“Yeah, I guess you should be into that about them!”

“I feel I don't have anything to gain by not having them as friends! I feel on the other hand that I do have very much at stake with them! Therefore I have to treat them as my friends until that someone comes along who will break the evil spiral of that they all seem of like lying about me!”

“I can't believe they will ever try to break that spiral, unless you show that they're not really worth your friendship!”

“It's very difficult to break this spiral by myself, sis. And really, I can't believe one must try to understand everybody as evil enough to lie just because others have!”

“Then, bro, I will find it to be said that I shouldn't worry that those bullied always seem to be the ones too innocent to be treated well! Instead I shall see it in them to be the suckers at actually trying to be into something that is really certified as moral, and not dependant on others points of view of some kind!”

“I guess I will never come out of this spiral, since you say to me that I'm just a sucker at certifying morals! It's not really all that it's about, that certifying thing!”

“I know. But I can't feel you're being moral unless I actually know you're certified as it! I'm sorry bro; I really can't help ya'!” With that she ended the conversation.