The IT Phenomenon

Permit me to be overtly demeaning here as I just want to express my witheld longing to mortify a person, or rather a "thing", which seems to be a person.

I used to think that I would be able to stand other people that would eventually come my way. I used to think that I will always be able to learn how to appreciate and understand other people but this thing, errrr, person, which I really abhor, I really, really as Gawd! really abhor to the highest level of animosity. I just couldn't be in its presence for a long time and not throw up immediately afterwards.

Please do not see me as a person without manners or just being unfriendly in nature. Trust me, I am the most liked person in our office. I'm jolly, likeable and at the same time decent. I'm a good person! But sometimes, we do have our standards and limitations. Especially with the people that we are dealing with.

Now, let me talk about this IT.

I do not know why I really bother to write about IT, since he is not really worth my tendon strain but I can't suppress this.

I hate his guts because,

1) I feel ashamed everytime he's with me or with us. 2) He doesn't have a single clue on what he's saying. 3) he's sorta-lika pathological liar 4) a social climbing sanofabitch 5) with an ugly-looking, algae infested face 6) and the eyes that resembles tita swarding's 7) he's gay and i'm supposed to be close with him but noooooo. He's a gay who doesn't have a culture.8) he's loud as in fucking embarassing loud. as in everytime he talks, there's always the i'm-not-with-him-don't-look-at-me-that-way-feeling.

I'm not insecure with him or any of that bull crap because I'd rather be an orchid that be anything close to him.

I just couldn't understand, why are there such people, which seem to have no apparent purpose in this world, but only to remain a mere +1 to the population of mongoloids!

I'm sorry for these.

I'm back to reality.

Earlier this afternoon, while on my way to office, enjoying the breeze of the humid wind with a combination of the heat of the sun, which is really very tormenting, I bumped into another IT. I do not actually see him as a person but rather a penis. So, he's an it for me.

I am not very fond of ex's. Not because I'm bitter. But I'm lying when I said that. Because I'm bitter.

Well anyway, I met IT a couple of years back, when I was still bumming around and meeting all sorts of people and having sex like a rabbit.

We started out as fuckmates. Nobody could blame me, he got a humongous thingie.

When I bumped into him, actually I didn't notice his face at first. I was looking down in the pavement and my peripheral vision caught a huge lump in the pants of this guy that just walked past me.

Is there a kitten in there?

Then I realized, that lump looks familiar. I immediately turned around and called out his name with a question mark in the end.

He stopped. Turned around. "Melch?"

"Yes, it's Melch!" By that time, I wanted to pull my hair or dive into the nearest open manhole to punish myself for doing that.

He approached me with a sunny smile. I just looked at his face for a while and my vision started to crawl down back to where the lump is.

"How you doin`?"

"I'm doing fine. I'm working there." I pointed at the building where I go to work.

"It's been so long. You do not text."

"I lost your number."

"I want to have sex with you again."

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, I hope we could get together, the two of us again, for dinner. I miss yah."

"And yes, you can drown me in alcohol so that you'll have the chance to rape me . . . "

"Huh."

"I'm sorry, I said why not . . . . . sure. Dinner. Here's my number (gave him the digits) I'm running a little late text me."

Then I waved goodbye and head my way.

"Yeah sure. I'll SEX you!", he yelled back.

Honestly, I really do not want to be with him again. We started out as fuckmates, as I have mentioned. But later on, my feelings developed to something that I have regretted. I fell in love with my fuckmate. Yeah! Yeah! Which I know is an ultimate sin. But, I did not push through it. I gave up and one time, when we were supposed to have sex again, I told him, I could no longer do it with him.

So, that's the end of IT.