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Abuse.

Abuse...

This is the dilemma. Is it abuse, period? Or abuse, and the story continues?

I like abuse. I must. There is no other explanation for my talent for finding myself in "certain" company. Being a smart guy capable of digesting the big picture is both a blessing and a curse. I have yet to learn that damaged goods are not always so... good.

Excuses. I make excuses for wounded individuals incapable of taking responsibility for their actions. In my head, these wounded/damaged souls are like aimless hurt children who need guidance and understanding and their tantrums are to be tolerated, curated and then, forgiven.

WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!

Revenge, Animosity, and Malice have no place in the game of love. Lovers who have a tumultuous past have to work towards letting go and working through those hurts if they truly desire each other. If not, welcome to the wonderful world of consensual ABUSE. The relationship becomes a battlefield complete with scoring, fouls, and unsportsman like conduct.

The problem is that I ALWAYS underestimate the human proclivity towards immaturity, revenge, and resentment. You know, the dark shit. Some of my chosen company find these states as warm and familiar as a chenille throw. Of course, I inevitably realize the wounded person is in fact, a wackadoo and send them on their merry way to plot against and sabotage another unsuspecting lover. Hurt and confused, I lose precious time dealing with this emotional dilettante. I have to stop this vicious cycle of taking in "pound puppies" immediately if I am indeed to find my enchanted equal...SO,

HEAR YE, HEAR YE O' NEEDY, BITTER, GUILEFUL, MALICIOUS, DECEITFUL, JEALOUS, ARGUMENTATIVE, INSIPID, TACTLESS, INAPPROPRIATE, NARCISSISTIC, EMPTY, VAPID, ABUSIVE COMPANY OF SCOOBY'S PAST...

you are hereby released from your position without reparation or severance. We are filing Chapter 11 bankruptcy on our business together and you no longer hold any shares. Pack your little box full of shit like the workers at Lehman Brothers, and go.

(This post may seem coded, mysterious and slightly vague but it was quite cleansing 4 me)

As always, cover and flank me in your prayers as I am always doing the same for you...

Scoob