You know those game shows, the simp has gotten 3 answers right so far (“what is 2+2?” “How many grams in a kilogramme?” etc) and they have “won” 500 bucks, they don’t actually have the cash yet, but they could have, all they have to do is say “Far enough, gimme the money.”
But no, they try the 4th question, when they get harder, OK Mrs Scum, for 2,500 bucks, who was Long John Baldry?”
crickets
Mrs Scum exits stage left, as broke as she walked in.
1/ She HAD 500 bucks, all she had to do was take it.
2/ She will be pining for the 2,500 that she not only did not have, but got a shot at and failed to get.
Item 1 is reality, but it is item 2 she will be pining for.
This is human nature, and also the nature of game shows, which, quelle surprise, are specifically written to exploit human nature.
Right there, you have the answer as to why the guy, who is the last one to get the news, gets upset when he finally realises that Buffy ain’t gonna be impaling herself on his stake no more, not ever again. (or never will, if she hasn’t in the past)
He hasn’t actually lost anything at this point, to lose something you have to first have it, what you HAD was Roseanne, the 2, with beer goggles, there for the taking, but you passed it up, wanting a shot at Buffy, the 5, sober, and I say he, but men share this with wimminz, they do the exact same shit, this is HUMAN nature, not men / wimminz / niggerz nature.
I can sit here, and if I choose, type two skank’s names.
I have fucked them both in the past, regularly.
Both have stated that they want to see (fuck) me again, circumstances allowing, and I make no comment of any kind about the truth in this, except to observe that the last time I fucked one she did that thing that wimminz say is the way to tell if you are “the one” eg she calls you when she is drunk..lol
What I do do, is have an attitude like, I do not know what the weather will be, this coming Saturday the 21st of June 2014, if it is sunny I may take advantage of it and do X, if it is not I may do Y.
Life is not a fucking game-show, and if you find yourself thinking and acting and feeling like a “contestant” on one, you aren’t the contestant, it isn’t your 15 minutes of fame, it isn’t an opportunity to walk away with a million, YOU ARE THE FUCKING “MARK”, the product, the fall guy, the dope, you get the idea.
You know who you are bro, read this and wake the fuck up, you’re making a spectacle of yourself.
(for a friend)
I can hear the guitars start to play
And very soon they say
I was a fool to turn my love away
And with each glass of wine I feel a glow
And very soon I know
I was a fool to let my baby go
So let the heartaches begin
I can’t help it, I can’t win
I’ve lost that girl for sure
Tears won’t help any more
Yes let the heartaches begin
I can’t help it, I can’t win
I’ve lost that girl for sure
Now she’s gone
I can’t hold back the tears any more
I can see the couples dancin’ through the night
They hold each other tight
As they dance of love till the morning light
The soft embraces that they seem to share
Just make me feel aware
Of the loneliness I find so hard to bear
So let the heartaches begin
I can’t help it, I can’t win
I’ve lost that girl for sure
My tears won’t help any more
Yes let the heartaches, heartaches begin
I just can’t help it,you know that I just can’t win
I’ve lost that girl for sure
And now that she’s gone
I can’t hold back the tears any more