Many have tried to guess as to Maliheh’s true intentions, but no one seems to be any closer to figuring out just what they are. Or who the impersonator was. But I’d be willing to bet there was more than one, and one of them knew her at one point.
The end results seem rather black and white and not at all gray. Meaning that I think her intentions can only be good or bad and that there’s just no room for any real kind of indifference. If she were indifferent and didn’t give a shit about me one way or the other, then why come around so often? So that in itself pretty much indicates that she either despises the hell out of me and is just waiting and hoping for the opportunity to jump out and bite me, or she is ever so slowly opening her heart to me and reaching out one teeny little inch at a time as I have reached out to her.
The easiest thing for me to do would be to cancel the friend request, move on and forget about her, assuming she means the worst, but I don’t want to jump the gun and make assumptions that could very well be all wrong like I did when I thought she was fucking with me on Formspring.
I understand that part of the fun for her is probably in leaving me hanging, guessing and wondering. That in itself could be what the game is all about, and getting a kick out of what people, including myself, have to say about it. But hey, I can understand, LOL. I’d get a real kick out of all the theories and speculations myself!
I also realize something else that’s a bit chilling. When I fucked with her it was in the form of pranks. Not to excuse myself or anything as what I did was still wrong, but there were no “evil intentions” involved. I didn’t want to harm her in any way but just annoy her. But if she herself is hoping to harm me somehow, some way, then that would have to be one twisted person since I have apologized for my wrongdoings and have been keeping true to my word about behaving. So the possibility of being played with or harmed by someone I’ve already apologized to is a bit disturbing. Nothing I can do about it, though, and as Alison said, only she knows how this is going to end. I know how the story is going to end, she knows how reality is going to end. Funny, ain’t it?
I find that taking notes upon getting up helps me to remember my dreams in better detail. But I don’t remember one single dream from last night. No disjointed, off-the-wall scenes, no nothing.
Later…
Thanks to some of the damn cocks here, they are helping to make me even more of a sexist than I already am (with a few guys excluded, of course). I got so sick of comments like, nice ass, nice back, nice bottom, etc, on the picture I last had showing my hair when it was really long that I went and changed it. It’s ironic too, as I’m skinnier now than I was in that picture. At least I got a wonderful reaction from Nane on the one on Facebook which is certainly a lot naughtier, LOL, but it probably explains the spike in traffic yesterday. Maybe some would say I should appreciate a compliment, but I don’t want people coming to my blog simply because they think I had a nice ass in 2007. I want them coming because they like reading my blog. Keep my ass as an afterthought, will you?!
So many guys out there think they know it all and that they should rule the world, and while they’re at it they treat women with such disrespect and like they’re nothing but animals or objects to be used and abused at will. I have NO sympathy for men when they get attacked or beaten by their women after they’ve been pushed to the max and too fed up to take any more of their shit. I applaud those women and am glad more and more of them are reacting violently toward these damn cocks. Keep them fists flying, ladies! Sometimes you really do gotta fight and shit! I forgot about Formspring. I better get over there soon and get answering questions!
It smelled like rain when I was out running earlier. It’s been nearly 5 months since we had any real rain, so it wouldn’t hurt.
We decided that since we’re having one of our “rich spells,” we may as well postpone listing the Beanie Babies until we get closer to Christmas.
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