Response to: On dating Men with “Potential”
by Ricardo Medley
With that said, it took everyone to close their doors on me and my living on the streets make the decision to live with my mother again. I love her, but my decision gives me the following responsibility: taking care of a schizophrenic, bipolar woman. A woman, who at anytime, can lose her shit! You think I’m going to know what to do? I don’t! SURPRISE!!! I have been reading articles, and they seem to help a bit, but that is just theory. Who knows what can really happen.
Above is just a bit of a recap on the Six word memoir challenge: The Extended thoughts. These words, coming to you through this medium, typed only with the use of my middle fingers. Great disappointment! For, in my mind it is hard to reconcile, that out of all the words typed, out of all the elongated thoughts cleft asunder from the wrinkles of my brain, that only six, six!
Cash Cow Baby Breastfeeds foster-mothers
Would become the harborer of the most hearts that I would ever get to date. Eight! On here, medium, yes you, medium! I must have labored words far spawned beyond a myriad of ten thousand. Alas, silence. Bitter hollow silence, but now this I say to you, are thoughts wrought ripped from the coals of my mind under the vise, upset and absinthe. Shit! Now, let us begin.
Response to: On dating men with “Potential”
In recent, the gander of my gaze across the white space and black bytes have drawn everyone toward On dating men with potential from psiloveyou.xyz by Christiana White. Anger! My rouge gaze, is purposeful, and if you have already made an assumption, your mind is wrapped, preconditioned in feminist embalming fluid. I beseech you to bury your thoughts, otherwise, I bid you ado.
For, I am not the opposition, and this is not some rant predicated on deep hooking root, hinged into some part of a subconscious belief that I too, am a man with “potential.” On the contrary, this is a hooked fished thought brought from the unconscious, and made conscious. As I have stated before, I have been living with my mother, after 21 years in FosterCare. A pleasureful annoyance, however, one could not help but observe her. The reason, I state this in second person, is due to the fact that if you too had the opportunity, you would be forced to admit that in her state of schizophrenia, she would be hard to ignore.
Daddy! Daddy! Papa! Papa! PAPA!
The words themselves are enough to breach sanity. The monotonous mantra, as my mother calls out all day to her boyfriend. It is something that if in my position, you would be able to see for yourself. Ultimately, inspiring you to strap up and C4 yourself. Her chasing men with “potential” , is definitely deep rooted, due to the fact that I have never met my grandfather. Our line in my family are that of black sheep, in comparison to her brother and sisters, well you wouldn’t believe it. My grandmother was raped by a white man, and it is indeed ironic that we are the black sheep. For, my mother holds in her skull, green eyes, and has skin fairer than mine.
So I wonder.
My pondering thoughts could not allude me today, as sometimes I also think, in a light way, I was born with a sprinkling of the schizophrenic dust, made possible by some evil sprite. The turning of my mental cogs, quizzical in nature, that begs the question. Women who seek men with potential, are you like my mother? Are you too, born without a dad? My curiosities to ask the question teeters on the fence of abject disrespect! However, I must know if there are any parallels with women who normally chase men “with potential”. If so, this could just be a psychological disposition in your life, due to the fact that during your prepubescent years, maybe even your adolescence you might have been exposed to men, such as this.
Or were you.
Like my grandmother, not the seeker of men with the potential to bring about a family line that would further perpetuate SHIT MEN! Shit men who take their shit potential, and inject into women, as to further perpetuate shit. And if men, with potential are not worthy, then by some form of eugenics.
PURGE THEM TO HELL!
Thus, I would like to end this on a solemn note. In my opinion, Christiana White has given you great advice. Everything that she has stated I agree with, but I must state this. In the world where women come in contact with men, and vice versa, everything boils down to your…
Judgement!
I say this to dispute her claims that you must meet a man who has his “shit all together,” so you can see yourself reflected. That is like trying to find a man that is taller than six feet. Of which, there are less than 12%. And if that is the case then tippy toe because for most of you, it would be hard to see that reflection of which she speaks. To judge a man, you must find his story, both the past, and present. For, judgement is weighted on a scale preconditioned to filter the good from the bad, in order to give you a tip of his worthiness.
Maybe your scale is broken, but I hope not.
The question should be, are his problems more internal, or external? Is he the obstacle, or are there obstacles in the world that are stopping him from going forward and if so, how could I place myself in his life as a variable to benefit his progress? But mostly, will his progress benefit me, or will it in turn press me down as a heavy boulder upon his ambitious heels. But What the FUCK do I know I’m only twenty-five.
