Yesterday I talked about my thoughts on the UCSD tragedy and how it bothered me as a guy and how I am around women. I can’t sit here and lecture you fully on how to be a man. I can give you advice on how to be around women. My advice stems from my own experiences… And stories. I’m going to tell you the story of Ryouga and his interactions with women. It’s something special. Now his real name isn’t Ryouga, but I change the name to protect the stupid, for they are their own undoing. Click past here and I’ll tell you everything. Hopefully you all will learn from this.
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Y’know I said that I should blog more, but I don’t. But when I do, it’s something that’s really bothering me. As I write what I am going to write, I am somewhat scared of what I’m going to say. Only because I may lose friends over this. I don’t want to, I truly don’t. But I suppose that if I do, they really weren’t my friends in the first place… Well I want to talk about the terrible incident at UCSB on Saturday. But what I feel that makes my post different is that I want to talk about how it makes me feel. I’ve read what others have said and how others should be. I just want to talk about my brief take on this…
Only a few people know the story of the breakup between me and my ex-girlfriend Mimi. Oddly enough, after the breakup, the story went on for months. It was mostly me. I was the one trying to stay friends and find out the truth about things. But honestly I should have know when she got more tight-lipped and I had to drag the truth out of her. For the longest, I decided to keep this under wraps due to privacy between us and everyone else involved. But if seems that some people like to tell my business and that end results of this took a serious emotional strain on me to where I couldn’t take it anymore. So I guess now that I’ve let all of this sink in, I can tell my side of things.
Thursday night, I get a text from my friend Claire. She said that due to a life-changing event that we shouldn’t be friends anymore. It’s far and few that I receive a message like that. My heart was racing, I felt the blood drain from my face. I was panicking, trying to figure out what I did that caused this to happen.
But as it is in most cases, I wasn’t at fault.