You put a snake in its place,
Throw it out of your garden.
It will go back to its former victims and pretend like it never bit them.
And you see the snake start to wrap itself around, holding them tightly.
This snake knows it is not welcome in my yard anymore.
It is the ones like that, to simply summarise them – they suck your guts out while injecting their nasty venom in you.
Once you escape, go to the doctor and get that antivenom.
I almost feel like trampling on this snakes tail but that immature version of me must learn that is not the right answer for now.
I’m watching this snake scurry its way back to all the people it bit. I listened to this snake speak shit about its prey. Once I took myself away that was it for the snake. It officially ran out of people to feast on, to strangle, to poison.
A part of me wants to do as it did but a bigger part of me knows that eventually people notice how ugly the snake actually is. It is definitely not my job to say anything. I’m just going to let them do their thing.
The most important realization for me is that I have broken at least this particular cycle with this dodgy snake.
What a predictable and desperate move it makes when forced to. How starved is it? If I take a peek, its fridge is empty. Its burrow is cold and also empty. It likes to trap things and squeeze them until they screech, it’s the only way it feels less alone.
So many people, so many times have tried to tell me something like this. I ignored them or I did not notice it.
All I care about is I don’t give a fuck about this snake because this snake bit me too many fucking times for me to even want to try to understand it.
And all this snake does is complain about me never being good enough for it. As if constantly drugging myself with antivenom is not a sign that I was trying. This snake constantly and I fucking mean constantly manipulated me, bullied me, used me, lied to me and all the other crappy negative shit a human-snake would do.
This snake didn’t and doesn’t care about your problems. All it cares about is itself and making sure you know how much better it is than you or how much worse off it is than you. You can’t win with this snake unless you are stroking it’s scales. Let me tell you that stuff is slimy.
It ain’t good.
And it will stick to you until you learn how to stand up for yourself, it will even punish you for doing what is best for you.
So don’t even worry if you know a snake, they don’t have any fucking legs so they can’t stand as tall as you. All they can do is stick their neck up high, and bend around to eat their own backsides.
I feel free though. I love it when the trash takes itself out. And I do love that little expression.