Post by Damia on Oct 2, 2009 22:57:01 GMT -8
In my travels through our lovely ghetto I met a lovely individual today. A brash young fellow who sought to have sex in front of all and used every word that was borrowed from the five to six letter vocabulary. But that was not why he was inflicted with this horrid disease.
For in his need to find attention he sought to to see if he could "hit on" the few ladies in the room even as he was providing sexual release to another. When they would turn him down he proceeded to prove quite significantly that he knew each and every word in the book. And that he was the big "man" on campus, not afraid to fight for his small ego dying in a pitiful word battle.
In the course of this attention seeking behavior he sought to anger any he could. Though he merely proved an annoyance, but in this he succeeded quite well. So I offered to teach him respect in the politest way of a drink of water. He accepted, prattling on about how he would do this and that to me, almost knocking over his significant...thing I suppose you could call her. And then when I asked for such proof, since I saw that he was letting the shadows hide him, he suddenly had to run away.
And then to my surprise I then had a private word whispered in my ear in the sweetest dulcet tones on how he hadn't meant it for it was just a "display" and that he had nothing to fear from me but he would love to be best buds.
I of course shut the door pondering this very confusing individual, and speaking with a few friends along with my newest childe. For yes I know these are the lower alleyways and that to expect one to back up their words is perhaps foolish. But indeed the fellow was a wordy one and had such a need to prove himself that I felt he would perhaps at least give some kind of a response for my polite invitation.
But then I realized after speaking longer with these friends and family, that there are some who are inflicted with this self inflicted cowardice disease.
They seek to be the biggest and baddest but when the clock strikes twelve they can not make their hand stop shaking and the Holy water from dripping to the floor. I myself do not feel the need to prove myself as such, nor do I consider myself a fighter by any means. For in previous past times, I would rather work out conflicts with words then with HW's. But when a line is crossed, and usually it takes a lot for myself, I will put action to words. For this was how I was taught in the city. That when words do not teach, now and then it takes a bit of action to send a lesson home.
But what confused me the most readers, is that he all but said he was doing this because the lady he was...enjoying was boring and that he wanted some excitement by rattling the crowd. And then he expected me to simply let it be smoothed over with nothing more then a few sweet whispers and a brash "What is there to fear of you?"
I of course am simply waiting for the fellow to dash out of his shadow inflicted shade to give him a shower of good teachings, but I am quite confused why this disease seems to be so prevelant. For this is not the first one I have seen do this, alleyways, newspapers, and yet when push comes to shove, they simply can not get past this disease.
It makes a vampiress ponder if there is a cure for such a terrible affliction.
*With this written, she signed it with a simple
"Damia's ponderings"
and wandered off still considering this matter.*
For in his need to find attention he sought to to see if he could "hit on" the few ladies in the room even as he was providing sexual release to another. When they would turn him down he proceeded to prove quite significantly that he knew each and every word in the book. And that he was the big "man" on campus, not afraid to fight for his small ego dying in a pitiful word battle.
In the course of this attention seeking behavior he sought to anger any he could. Though he merely proved an annoyance, but in this he succeeded quite well. So I offered to teach him respect in the politest way of a drink of water. He accepted, prattling on about how he would do this and that to me, almost knocking over his significant...thing I suppose you could call her. And then when I asked for such proof, since I saw that he was letting the shadows hide him, he suddenly had to run away.
And then to my surprise I then had a private word whispered in my ear in the sweetest dulcet tones on how he hadn't meant it for it was just a "display" and that he had nothing to fear from me but he would love to be best buds.
I of course shut the door pondering this very confusing individual, and speaking with a few friends along with my newest childe. For yes I know these are the lower alleyways and that to expect one to back up their words is perhaps foolish. But indeed the fellow was a wordy one and had such a need to prove himself that I felt he would perhaps at least give some kind of a response for my polite invitation.
But then I realized after speaking longer with these friends and family, that there are some who are inflicted with this self inflicted cowardice disease.
They seek to be the biggest and baddest but when the clock strikes twelve they can not make their hand stop shaking and the Holy water from dripping to the floor. I myself do not feel the need to prove myself as such, nor do I consider myself a fighter by any means. For in previous past times, I would rather work out conflicts with words then with HW's. But when a line is crossed, and usually it takes a lot for myself, I will put action to words. For this was how I was taught in the city. That when words do not teach, now and then it takes a bit of action to send a lesson home.
But what confused me the most readers, is that he all but said he was doing this because the lady he was...enjoying was boring and that he wanted some excitement by rattling the crowd. And then he expected me to simply let it be smoothed over with nothing more then a few sweet whispers and a brash "What is there to fear of you?"
I of course am simply waiting for the fellow to dash out of his shadow inflicted shade to give him a shower of good teachings, but I am quite confused why this disease seems to be so prevelant. For this is not the first one I have seen do this, alleyways, newspapers, and yet when push comes to shove, they simply can not get past this disease.
It makes a vampiress ponder if there is a cure for such a terrible affliction.
*With this written, she signed it with a simple
"Damia's ponderings"
and wandered off still considering this matter.*