I think you have me confused with someone who gives a fuck what people in this place think. In fact, id rather everyone's opinion not be favorable.
Fruitloopery never accomplished what it needed to.
You were the only bite I ever got. It's like fishing in a fucking pond with one fish that you continuously have to throw back.
I got bits and pieces along the way. I will never know why all the stupid pointed shit was happening. Online and off. Why I was invited to websites for some bitch to start posting pictures of her with a mystery bitch that look exactly like a masked version of my ex. Or why they would track that person down. Or possibly show up randomly. Or why shit would happen on the street, at beaches, in parking lots, in parking lots again with surprise doppelgangers, at parks, at gyms, work, home, at a restaurant, and on and on. Not like I could stop it.
But then it did stop. And I never got the wrap-up.
I will never know why it seemed like some obsessed crazy fucking bitch set up a bunch real life bullshit to play some esoteric fruitcake game of fucking faith/trust/taking chances/recognizing forgettable bitches.
After a while you begin to enjoy "not taking the chances"... Simply because you think it is some cunt's esoteric fucktard quest. Whatever it was, I rejected it, and it felt great to be mean, because it was fucking annoying. Be direct or GTFO.
That's not really cowardly to go after.
Cowardly is being so easily led, and in need of a fulfilling spiritual element, you let yourself be gangfucked by the indifference of people with way too much fucking time to burn. In that catch-22, better to fight, if only for self-respect. Not for the initial bunch of jackasses that conflate leaps of trust and taking low percentage chances with courage.
Now, you won't get any of that, and the reason for that is you were always the castaway fish that never mattered. Never important enough to really know anything. You will laugh and make a snarky comment, play on its insanity, or whatever, and that will be it. Maybe reaffirm the cowardice. Your choice. Won't change what I think.
AND STOP FUCKING JUMPING IN MY BOAT, YOU MANGLED FUCKING TROUT.