Let it be the final nail…
Let this be the final nail in the coffin…
A letter to SWWNBNed…
In the end, the enduring feeling is one of being pissed; at myself, at you and at the other. But, mostly at you.
The was a recent set by the comedian Seth Meyers at the White House Correspondence Dinner. There, he said that the only person to beat Obama in 2012 was Obama 2008. If you were to ask me who you should have listened to at the start of all this, it would be you. You who were unconvinced of the good intentions of the other. You who questioned his truths as lies. You who asked me to always be present, to avoid the others’ advances. You who, if in a small degree, heeded the warnings from others contained in his reputation. But, that “you” didn’t last all that long. She should have lasted a whole lot longer. I liked her a hell of a lot more than I do you.
But, for the pretty boy, you happily spread your legs. He doesn’t have much to do these days, since his friends move up to Dublin, so he’ll do you for the time being. I do wonder how it will start. The realization. The “oh fuck” moment. The singular event that will allow the scales fall from your eyes as quickly as your panties hit the floor.
Since the you of old devolved into the you of now, you’ve received waves of bad advice. I have to wonder about the motivations of your suitor-come-advisers. You’ve spread your legs for one of them, at least, one which turned away from you when you wanted a little bit more humanity/compassion. I tend to believe his motivations are rebound-related. He’ll be there when the shit hits the fan, and he’ll collect another notch on his bedpost. Other advisers I could name have similar appetites, though little experience to apply them. Others still are those who believe have the weight of me, who have sized me up, and yet you have spoken of these with such disdain. I wonder now if you listen to their words as gospel.
You trust the wrong people, children mostly. I can’t say that I’m the most worldly of folks, but I will put my tenure on this planet against that menagerie of muppetry any day of the week. When I think about the status quo after this one, I am forced to consider all the bad tithing, awful things, derogatory statements made in such company about me, whether endorsed by you tacitly or vocally. I walked away to protect myself from you. Why would I return and accept this sort of shit as a given? You may be pissed at me, and I at you, but I don’t accept this sort of blind abuse.
So, it comes to this. The end will come between you and the other, and I’ll get messages from both sides, no doubt, looking to reconnect, but to no avail. For the other, I was done a long time ago. And with you? Well, it would take a massive act of contrition to make me turn my head.
