She called me about four times but my phone is...
She's starting to bore me but I'm genuinely torn at this point between her ACTUALLY being too stupid to use a taxi (these are SIMPLE Catholic toddlers and it's entirely possible they have never used one before, who could afford such a LUXURY) or her ACTUALLY being demented enough to wasting all this time PLAYING me. It's a line-ball decision because what's the con?
Exactly.
But my phone...omg. It is
literally ROFL_FUCKED. It has a mind of it's own and it's really quite horrifying but then nothing electronic in my apartments (that's plural) WORK after my phone goes crazy. They all worked. Then my phone gets possessed, and my washer-dryer dries with water during the drying cycle (can't be optimal?), neither the cable nor free-to-air work because I'm not as GOOD at pressing a remote control as you are, my refrigerator is a cool dark noisy cupboard where milk goes rotten within two days and lukewarm drinks seem chilled when you have an A/C unit that blows lukewarm air around your sweltering room.
But I'm sure it's all a coincidence and couldn't possibly have anything to do with the 21 computer systems which are unservicable. And my phone which is possessed and calls creeps who cannot be SHOWN the evidence that I am not a creep who prank calls them and writes them text messages of jibberish because they KNOW I prank called them and they KNOW I wrote them messages of jibberish. They received them from my number, didn't they?
So I can show them evidence like I showed Jam and nothing registers. She knows what she Knows. Anything I'm going to show her isn't going to matter. She KNOWS I called her without speaking late one night just to breathe before hanging up, and that's about all she Cares to know.
Jam makes Kaiwa look like a silly child. Jam is adorable. I'm not going to speak to her again because she's a creep.
If I show evidence of something, it's called PROOF. What use could proof be to shrewd Toddlers who know everything?
Here I'm getting annoyed, because I don't like to repeat myself so I repeated myself.
I've been repeating myself for 25 fucking years in this Catholic world of imbecilic Toddlers who don't listen to anything you say because if they need to know something, they'll just ask. You could have said it 20 times already but they'll ask when they Need to Know. And they - will - Need to know because they're not listening to you.
It's all ME ME ME. The narcissistic insanity of Catholicism. The universe revolves around them. ME ME ME. It's not shrewd. It's not a winning personality. It's horrifying and batshit insane.
Then she tells me not to worry. What the fuck. I got the shiver I used to get when my imbecilic mother was running one of her crafty deceitful scams on us. Like, "get ready for dinner" when there is no food. And I would be like stalling doing something more interesting and she would yell at me to get ready NOW. And tell me not to worry.
I would freeze and shiver. How could I be worried.
Oh.
There's no food. hahah. She's a genius. You see?
Well if you don't, you probably wouldn't have understood what the fuck Kaiwa is babbling about. But I know Catholic Toddlers. I was raised by them. I knew what she was saying, in her stupid imagining that I could be AFRAID of getting conned by her shrewd. What's the con, you say?
Exactly.
She wants me to come to her bar because she can make like $20 out of me. Maybe. Probably less. It's big money for a victimised Catholic Toddler in a nation where 70 million Catholic Toddlers live on less than $2 / day. I blasted something like $800,000 into the atmosphere because I couldn't take this endless fucking demented shit. Friends smirking at how shrewd they were when they'd steal chump change from me! Friends smirking pretending to be 'coy' when they'd ridicule me in horrifyingly demented and not-remotely-as-subtle-as-they-IMAGINED fashion, in public. To make themselves look good?
I think?
Who fucking knows with demented morons who cannot understand that if we work together, we could impress. If they wanted to snivel and pretend how cool they were behind my 'back' (i.e. right in front of me, but they're too stupid to realise these things when they're being devilishly 'subtle') then no one can win because I will either just leave in disgust or...
...or everyone gets DESTROYED by my TEETH.
They would snicker and sneer. I had no teeth. They KNEW that fact. This is their logic: If I had teeth, I'd have torn them to shreds already. Geniuses.
And my terrifying teeth I spent my life frantically hiding from morons who are terrified of TEETH, because I don't want to use them or have morons be frightened of them, would start grinding against each other as my FURY crept higher...and higher...watching these sniveling horror shows...MERCURY RISING...higher...
..and I ran, silently screaming, overseas. If I'd had stayed there was going to be some fucking destruction. Why wouldn't I want to destroy them? THIS WAS THE CRUX OF THIER LOGIC. This is what they KNOW is the extent of Fun. Sex and smirking. Sex and sniveling. Sex and slobbering gums all over everyone and everything.
Sex and creeping the entire fucking world (only me, apparently) out.
Kaiwa / Melca / Clara told me not to worry. How could I have been? How could I be? I'm just no longer interested.
Zero chance I'm going. So she just screams messages and phone calls (unanswered) at me all night. Cause that will make me want to go.
I turned off my phone, but at 1am I'm thinking she would look good naked on my bed so I "invested" 40 seconds in a text message. No response.
The next day, she explains her con again (without realising it). I didn't go to her bar. That's why she didn't come. My fault. Dammit. If only I went. Rats! Sigh.
Then, rofl. The big shrewd STING. She has a big problem with her family. "Baby, help me!" She doesn't know how to fix it.
No details...! Maybe I have an idea?
Yeah gosh I - think - I can 'work' it out.
Shiver. Toddlers are the creepiest...
I ignore half a dozen calls over the next few days before I decide I will try and help this poor demented child. Lion was being installed for the 140th time on my MBA but you know, I'm not reinstalling for FUN? So with literally nothing to do but stare at a computer taking 40 min to do what Windows 8 does in 5 min, I do some charity here. She will never see me again so I can help her out. It's what I do. I'm serious. I've been helping people like this my entire life.
I think I've helped zero people.
I ask her what the problem is with her "family problems". They're BIG. That's all she's disclosed. I couldn't possibly be less interested but I asked her anyway. But she doesn't want to talk about her BIG "family problems", she just wants to make sure I'm not angry. ROFL.
I never called her a liar. Oh she literally lies non-stop but I never once called her a liar. She's just denying that she's lying the way my mother used to deny that she was lying, when she's lying so ludicrously, its of no interest to anyone.
Toddlers will get concerned when they're lying. They panic. They'll start denying it, when no one has accused them. SHE'S NOT LYING! She hopes I understand?
What's to understand?
And the insanity of Catholic Toddler rhetoric that I must have shivered at 1000 times in my life.
SHE'S NOT LYING OKAY! Still, no one has accused her?
IT'S UP TO ME WHETHER I BELIEVE HER BUT SHE'S NOT LYING OKAY! SHE'S TELLING THE TRUTH! We all have a right to our opinions.
I explain how she's failing at the Game. Failing at Life. Failing and will continue to fail because she's demented. I challenge her. MAKE ME CARE.
Nah. She's not able to do that, so she shrugs and moves on to the next prospective 'mark'.
No loss, she figures. Made a COOL $20 (that she would have made regardless)! Keep plugging away. She could have made 40 million in another parallel universe where she was amazing and sane. But nah. She just wants me to just care, when no one could POSSIBLY care whether she lives or dies, aside from fucking her and then kicking her - laughing, I imagine - to the kerb.
JUST CARE! It's what she wants. Kinda hard, isn't it?
You make it very hard to care about you. You lie to everyone you care about, imagining that you're crafty.
YOU NEED TO TURN THIS CATHOLIC SHIP AROUND, or you're all going to drown in your moronic lies.
You Lie to be polite.
You Lie because Truth offends Evil.
You Lie to be cordial; making each other feel cheap and small with insulting small talk.
You Lie to bore guests with proper etiquette.
You Lie to tenderise everyone's tender feelings, in order to shatter them with your 'rude' Truth.
You Lie for the benefit of those you lie to.
You Lie for diplomacy.
You Lie to children with fantasy to protect them from reality.
It's polite to Lie. Everyone knows that. And the Truth offends. Everyone knows that.
7 billion imbecilic Catholic Toddlers are Lying non-stop to everyone they care about, to 'protect' / manipulate / control them. So shrewd! And you Lie to everyone you don't care for; ostensibly to pacify them (until you can exploit / destroy / gain 'advantage' over them).
You all think you're impossibly shrewd and crafty because you KNOW you're better at lying than everyone else. You're better than Kaiwa / Melca / Clara but when people lie to me?
You all kind of blur into the same terrifying stupid Catholic shell. Sniveling Toddler humans who Know how shrewd they are. Smirking at your diabolically moronic 'ability' to fool anyone who isn't INSANE enough to see your 'cunning' insanity coming.
We don't need to talk about Kaiwa. We need to talk about you.
You are as retarded as Kaiwa. It just doesn't seem that way to YOU.
Everyone is lying for peace. Everyone is lying, imagining they're more shrewd than everyone who lies to them.
Not one of you is remotely BRIGHT enough to realise how moronic you are when you lie your way through life, smirking and whispering and shuffling your classified secrets around, stumbling over your endless lies inside lies about lies and CREEPING THE FUCKING WORLD OF DECENCY OUT with your moronic RIGHT to PRIVACY and your moronic SHREWD IDIOCY.
You won't believe me. You'll just keep lying. I can't imagine what could
possibly go wrong?