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wishingfornever · 5 years

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12/26/17 – No Contact: Cobwebs

Current time is 1:14am. I have yet to do the dishes. Ended up procrastinating. I’ll do it before I go to bed.

I… well, Esther saved a bunch of messages on Snapchat. Old messages. Maybe from a year ago, before we became romantically involved perhaps? Perhaps after as well? Oh, it seems they were on January 18th of this year. Her birthday. These are things I told her. I’ll share them now: “I wish you could know yourself as I know you. It may not seem like it, but you’re strong. You’re tough. You’re resilient. You’ve done so much, you’ve withstood so much, and you’ve overcome so much. It may not seem like it, but I admire you. You’re like a mouse challenging a titan and somehow you’re still standing. You don’t need me. you’ve never needed me. I’m just lucky to come along for the ride. I’m not saying you’re invincible, but I swear it seems like it.”

“If [I] were blind, I’d still rate you a 10.” “I was fantasizing about us at my parent’s ranch. I sincerely believe you’d have a good influence on me. I’m imagining my dad embarrassing himself trying to talk to you. He’s been stumbling over his own words since I left for Texas.” “Team? You’re the one running the show. I just look cute in a skirt and wave pom poms around.” I believe we have an innate hive mind. All humans. Like, that’s how so many inventions happen at once all over the world. The Wright brothers with their plane? Other people were working on the same thing at the time and several actually flew. However, they could only [fly] straight.” “You will get along with my mom. When she was 18, she also moved out which was unheard of in Mexico. She and my grandmother didn’t speak for sometime when she did.” “Besides, I wouldn’t go so far as to say I love most about you is your charming and affectionate posts on Tumblr because it reflects a poetic and clever mind, but it helps. I can get in a conversation with you, I can engage you [mentally], I can learn and expand. Sex is just sex, but a beautiful mind is a difficult thing to find. I love you, Esther. Not because you’re cute or physically attractive. I love you because of your voice, your thoughts, your perspective and reasoning. You’re more than a pretty face. You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.” The words in brackets are words that had to be changed because the original word was missing or incorrect. Rather than explain it (because I definitely corrected it, but she didn’t save the correction) I’m just going to edit it ever so slightly. Also did some punctuation corrections but that doesn’t require brackets.

She and her mom had a falling out. It was sudden and she needed to get away. Basically, no one would take her in (or at least I was under the impression) and she had nowhere to go. People she had asked ended up flaking on her. So, she was basically going to be homeless. I asked Adela if we could take her in and eventually convinced her. I tried to keep our relationship secret at first, but when Esther arrived, I couldn’t. But I’ll get back to that later.

I was also living with my parents. The reason I was at Adela’s was because she needed a housesitter and I was too depressed back home. I felt ASHAMED that I’d have to bring Esther to live with myself and my parents, but I warmed up to the idea over time. Of course, I asked my mom to ask my dad because she’s more reasonable. Of course, she asked and they approved.

I basically built her up. A lot of bad things had happened to her, so I was trying to make sure she wouldn’t fall. This was big. She was happy. Hopeful. I didn’t want anything to stop that. And I’ve always been a bit of a hard ass because my dad was a hard ass, too. So, I told her I admired her. And I did. Only with her have I had a breakup this bad. She’s unique. Everything about her, everything I’ve felt because of her… it’s been unique.

The “If I were blind” comment. Accidentally said “you” in the original. Because blind women aren’t attractive. Kidding, of course. I’d still think she were beautiful if I were blind, meaning I didn’t need her to be attractive.

Back to the ranch thing… yeah, I was scared. I was very scared of having her there. I wanted to leave the ranch as soon as possible but it’s so FUCKING hard to get anywhere because it’s so remote. And summer… I hate summer. It literally drains me. I get so depressed during the summer. It’s bad. It’s like the flooding of the Nile. And my dad makes it worse. He always makes it worse.

Whatever. The point is, I had hoped she’d help me fight the summerly depression. I guess it was the worst depression of my life due to the event, but it was pretty bad before, too. I hate it. And of course, Esther says I don’t get to be depressed. I’m not allowed to… that’s not a good enough excuse.

Ugh… her oxytocin for Dennis.

Anyways, she said we made a pretty good team but really, I gave her a ton of control. She was doing her own thing and I was supporting her. I wanted her to feel like she was carrying the flag and leading the charge. That this was something she was doing herself.

The hivemind thing was me talking about how humans have similar ideas wherever they are. It springs up within a decade. Many historical coincidences. Not sure why she saved it; I guess she enjoyed my philosophy.

My mom is a trooper, too. Was hoping the similarities would inspire her.

And finally… yeah, I got very emotional. That was all written within 10 minutes of each other so were technically part of the same segment. Thus, I included them all together. I don’t think Esther got in a word. I loved her. I know you know, but I really did. I still do. I believed in us.

When the event was going down and we were still on somewhat good terms… we had a temporary motto. “In it for the long run.” Look at us now. She wants nothing to do with me and I’m still stuck on her. I’m still in it for the long run, but she stopped long ago. So, it’s a journey of love that I travel alone. Masturbation is my highway.

Alright, not that funny. Anyways, Ariel… the dog. She kept him from getting hit by a car or something? It was cold and he was scared and she held him and waited for the police to pick him up. The dog refused to leave her initially but eventually went with him and was returned to his people. So, the dog is fine and Ariel has good karma coming her way. I’m glad for her. :D Anyways, I’m going to turn on music and do the dishes. I’ll fuck around with the bathrooms and laundry tomorrow. Or later today? Whatever, the point is I’m off. See you in the next paragraph. For me, it’ll be a few hours. Good night.

And good morning. Or, rather, mid-day. Slept in.

So, I stayed up watching American Psycho last night. Had the dream of the sequel. It was a shitty dream, mostly because Max pooped in the room. I’ll tell you more about that when we get back from grocery shopping. Adela’s rushing me which is weird because while cleaning it up, she couldn’t have been slower. Brb

Apparently, we’re not grocery shopping. Max is going to the vet. We went out just to eat. D’oh! The purpose of eating out is so we don’t get crappy food for the rest of the week and just pig out. I suspect that’ll be an issue later, but whatever.

I think Max is just eating too much right now. The food he was switched to are these BIG cans for dogs larger than him. So, it’s discerning to say the least.

We’re trying to get the house to look presentable. Not sure if I mentioned this, but my mom is coming out in a few days a couple days ago. Which is to say, she’ll be here tomorrow.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Whatever. I’ll try to clean the poop a bit better because she’ll get the guest bedroom. Back when I lived on my own in Amarillo, I hated having her over. Not to sound ungrateful, but it’s such a burden. My mom can get kind of nosy, too. I’ll clean up my workspace, try to keep her from snooping on my writings. Also will probably lock my computer? Idk, yet. I guess it won’t matter. But, again, it’s such a hassle. Everything must be sooooooooo presentable. Don’t get me wrong, we clean up here but we don’t EXTENSIVELY clean everything like we do now.

She’ll only be here for ten days. Leaving next year on the 7th. Not so long. I’ll be sleeping on the couch and I probably won’t be on for very long.

Anyways, American Psycho… such a strange movie. Not sure how much of it was in Bateman’s head and what wasn’t. The scene with “Hip to be Square” reminds me of Walter. Sounds like him. Of course, Bale sounds like Jim Carrey a lot but also Walter. When he says, “Yes, it is!” that is something Walter would say in a tone he’d say it in.

Walter, of course, is a little guy. He wouldn’t pulverize someone with an axe. Of course, he’s had a tough history so I’m sure he’s bumped into people who have certainly deserved it and maybe he wanted to, but he’s not as self-centered as the Patrick Bateman. Walter is charitable and kind. Just talks the same way, is all.

Honestly, though, if it wasn’t for all the drugs and murder, I don’t think I’d mind being Bateman. I mean, he is SUCH a dick but his problem he has no financial issues. That’s… so nice. Financial issues suck hard. Then again, maybe that’s why he was very into drugs and murder. Because he had the money to afford it.

Of course, there are several theories suggesting he isn’t really Patrick Bateman and is someone who just took over his life/apartment/career and another saying he hasn’t murdered anyone which is why the characters he constantly interact with never dies. I thought about whether he actually killed anyone at all due to that whole Grand Theft Auto scene where he was basically playing GTA and murdered a bunch of people. Spoilers. Like, that killing spree… it was a bit too much. And he goes through the same building twice. Idk, it’s a movie that makes you think which is nice.

The sequel I saw earlier this year. It was… not the best, but it wasn’t the worst. As I said, I had a dream about it. Mila Kunis was just murdering people and eventually she walked away. During, I smelled dog crap but didn’t know what it was and ignored it. Then I woke up to Max poop all over the carpet. D’oh!

Got water and vinegar. Trying to get as much out of the carpet. Did a hard scrub before we left for food. I’m absolutely stuffed right now, still. Went to the bathroom, too. See, this is slowing down my weight goals.

Speaking of, today is… Tuesday? Tomorrow, I’ll weigh myself. Get in the habit of weighing myself every Wednesday. Except my mom will be here… for over a week. So, I won’t be able to measure myself because it’ll be in that room. And I just remembered, I won’t have a nice, private place to fap. And even if I find the time and place, my mom will probably be around the house so I can’t have noise on my porn if I choose to watch it.

My masturbation highway has turned into a no-fap detour.

Whatever. It’ll be fine.

Going to clean now. Before I do, I found a red hair recently. From my scalp. I have a few red hairs in my beard, but my scalp… and this was like… damn near scarlet. I thought it was discarded Christmas decoration at first. I, being the vain and possibly narcissistic bastard that I am, have considered getting some feminine products. Basically the hair color changers or whatever. Where it’s brown or black or blonde or whatever. Various colors that hide gray hairs. I think I also mentioned how I kind of want to get an implant in my left calf to make it look more even with the right calf.

The hair thing would be super temporary, though. Reason being is that if I enlist, then they’ll shave my head. No point in dying my hair if it’s going to get shaved off in about… four months? Yeah, just about considering it’s nearing the end of December. The calf implant though… it’d be expensive. Like, very expensive. Maybe military benefits would cover it? Then again, it’d be totally cosmetic, so unlikely.

Or actually… if I get sent to ANY foreign country, I can see if I can get stationed in a country that doesn’t naturally set the medical prices too high. But that’d mean I’d have to enlist for 4 years just to have some say. If you enlist only for 2, they’ll send you where they need you. With 4, you have some say of where you go. Or maybe I can just find a way to get to Spain to get the surgery there? Maybe take advantage of leave or something. But I’d have to find out the price.

Just looked it up. 4.5k to 6k dollars if I intend to get it. Then again, I only need one. And there is a chance that I won’t be able to walk right after. So, it might not be that expensive. You know, I could probably just get it in Mexico. “Oh, but the doctor’s are from a third world country and don’t know-” shut up. No. Just, shut up. If I get it in Mexico it won’t be any different from the US. The difference would be that I won’t be getting robbed. US doctors aren’t any better than foreign doctors. The price isn’t a reflection of quality. That’s why capitalism is failing and the US economy has been shit.

People like to say, “Oh, why you buying a $5 coffee everyday? Save your money and buy a house, you bums!” I saw that in a post and it was trending for a little while but it’s dumb. The idea of an economy is that people spend, not that they save. If they save, then there is no money running through. Think of the economy like a river, the more freely it runs the better. “Free market economy talk from a commie?” No, shut up and let me finish.

When you save money, your portion of the water isn’t running down the river. You’re basically building a dam. And then other people will ALSO save their money and they will ALSO build a damn. The more damns that are built means less water going down the river. It turns into a little stream and that’s not enough for the fish or the plants to get live and be watered so the ecosystem suffers. So, when people aren’t spending then the economy suffers.

People don’t make enough money to afford a $5 coffee every day. You’re being REALLY generous if you think so many people have a routine that involves spending $35 a week on coffee alone. The majority of people in the US live in debt. The majority of people in the US can’t afford jack shit. The majority of people in the US are actually REALLY poor. The entire concept of money is that it’s not infinite. That’s why it’s valuable.

Sorry, I left to clean some toilets. Adela isn’t back yet and it’s nearly 5.

Backing up to economics, people really should get $5 coffees. That’s part of the economy, after all. The people who serve those coffee need paying jobs, after all and it’s probably not paying enough for them to afford $5 coffees themselves. Of course, they’ll probably get free coffee because coffee shops are actually really good to their employees for some reason. Regardless, materialism is a good thing for the economy.

Went shopping. Alone. Adela came back and wanted to stay with Max which is fine. She gave me a list and everything as crossed off. Not sure I missed anything. Toilet is broken on the floor I use. It happened the first time I came out, too.

While shopping, I began texting Diana. Before shopping, I was messaging Daniel. I find him quite refreshing if not also perhaps a bit disheartening. He’s a reminder of the event, after all. The last link of whom I still speak with. He is kind, though. A better soul than Dennis or Shane.

He is quite stressed and he won’t tell me why. Not because he doesn’t want to share but because there is a lot on his mind. So much so that if he were to write it out for me, he joked he would get carpal tunnel. Which is a pity. So, I did what I normally do. I wrote propaganda. I tried to rebuild his morale. It began with him asking how I was able to stay happy… every day. He doesn’t know. All he knows is what I show. He only knows me for my smiles rather than the crippling emotions that hide behind my eyes. Every now and then, I’m overwhelmed and my eyes leak, emotion dripping like blood from a fresh wound.

I’m getting awfully poetic. Apologies, I decided to revisit the Grand Budapest Hotel. A delightful movie.

Anyways, I told him denial. I try to look towards the future. Told him I have goals that I’m close to achieving. Sometime in April, a new chapter of my life is to begin. I didn’t tell him that I will vanish. I didn’t tell him that I intend to escape from it all and enlist. I didn’t tell him that I intend to bring Ariel out before I finally flee. I smile to hide my sorrow. I smile because I know that soon, I shall flee. Melancholy is that of freedom; from myself and my past.

It’s not all negative. I told him that smiles are contagious. He smiles, the world will smile with him. I know this because when I smile, the world will smile with me. I also told him to find moments to just enjoy the little things and shared my Titanic reference from work. Only I laughed but that was more than enough laughter for one day. I also sent him to a video that Ariel sent me to. The one of the Indian guru talking about… smiles.

Diana was less sentimental. Rather, it was more trivial questions asking about sushi and bubble tea, asked her how her day was going and how she was spending it, told me that she was watching a series with her sister and continued to remind me how close with her family she is. She asked if I had any siblings.

Of course, I told her yes. Yes, but I wasn’t really close with any of them.

Hasn’t messaged me since then. Probably wise. I wonder how she sees me. I’m loud, energetic, eager, and always smiling. That’s how the customers tend to see me. Her? She’s starting to see more, perhaps. She may find it quite peculiar that I’m so happy yet so disconnected with my own family. Perhaps she’ll see the neurotic side Esther saw or thought she saw. I’m not even certain of my own mental stability.

Regardless, I wonder how much I should reveal to her. Diana actually reminds me of… Dennis, ironically. She has a My Chemical Romance sweater she wears while at work. Guess who was really into that emo stuff back in the day. Dennis was! There are other traits and sort of quirks that reminds me of him. Strange, really.

Of course, she’s not overweight. And she’s quite funny, her personality isn’t that of Dennis’s at all. Then again, she may be more vocal due to my being more vocal. I don’t know enough about her to make that decision yet. Of course, I know she has a strong family bond yet Dennis is not one for family, unfortunately.

Not trying to trash his name more than I already have, I’m similar in that aspect. My sister has never been the warmest and my father has never been the most understanding. When I left for Texas the first time, I drifted further away from my family. I fear one day, my sister and two half brothers… my cousins… my aunts and uncles… my own parents. They’ll become strangers to me. More than they already are, now.

I need to do laundry. It’s almost tomorrow. I can’t help but think of Esther now. Lately, the thought of her has become more prominent. Perhaps it’s because her birthday is coming up. Or because a year ago, she was all I could think about. I suspect… maybe my love for her will grow stronger and become a far more fierce obsession than it already has been. I worry. I hope she’s well. I hope her porn is selling. I hope for the best for her.

That’s all I can do. Soon, my hope for her will fade. My memories of her will fade. Everything about her will be gone. It’s unfair but it’s inevitable. I mourn her passing as if she was taken by death himself.

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