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I've decided to share a little story for all you here in the hopes that you'll understand where I come from, why I am the way I am, why I believe the things I do, and ultimately what has lead me to being the woman hating piece of shit that I am.
I used to run my own business some years ago, unable to find a job and needing money and not wanting to stay in the drug game after a friend of mine was nearly killed over an ounce of loud made me reconsider my alternatives. I found something. I did quite well for myself, was making very fast easy safe money and loving my job, living the dream, I didn't really have time for dating though since my life was my work at the time. Well what I was doing was very stressful, especially towards the end when things truly begun to unravel I found myself ultimately fighting a war against everyone and everything even those who were "on my side", I became a rather cold person, I stopped having friends, all I saw was plus' and minus'. Eventually when things completely feel apart I was devastated, hopes, dreams, years of my work, blood, sweat, and tears, all down the drain because people are ignorant, and those who can't build will destroy what you have out of spite.
So once I finally climbed out of my little hole of depression and all that fun stuff, I looked back and I realized that if maybe just maybe I had had one person on my side during all of that things may of been entirely different for me. So I begun dating in the hopes of finding a girl as intelligent, motivated, ambitious, good looking, supportive, caring, reciprocating, etc, etc positive personality traits, as myself.
Enter the Atlanta dating scene, as a genuinely nice guy looking for something real, I am immediately discredited, branded a player, told my story is a lie, forced to chase girls only to find out they were immature pieces of shit, ended up wasting a good chunk of my time, oh and not to mention being "rejected" (though not technically but I did view it as such at the time since I didn't understand the game) also ended up making everything I was feeling that much worse.
So I took a different alternative, I learned it was easier to "trip" bitches than to "chase" them, and learned that through manipulating and testing them I could easily find out their personality types much quicker than I ever could by trying to get to know them behind all their lies and bullshit.
Several years down the line here I am, still failing to see a single one I view as truly "different" from the rest, I treat them like shit, and they love me for it because I am truly "hard to get" I am nothing more than a trophy to them, like I was to begin with.
That's the story of Jon Doe.
Edited by Doe, 23 April 2014 - 11:53 AM.
