The Puppy pt 1

I wanted to share with you couple of things that have come to my mind and I need to write them down:

I wanted to share with you, my journey with the Puppy, the new Fishy.

We truly met about May 13, 2015 on a day that I was going to meet a friend that is bad for me. It was really sort of a weird thing. I had heard that a dear friend of mine had broken up with him and prior to speaking with him, I had met her new boyfriend. I was really sad that she had broken up with him prior to meeting her new boyfriend. When I first met the Puppy, he wasn’t all that excited to meet more nor was he all that enthused to speak to me. But what I saw in him was goodness. I saw the goodness and wonder that he was. I also saw that he wasn’t all into the relationship with my dear friend, the Blossom.

As time went on, Blossom told me that she and the Puppy had broken up. It is funny, because I always referred to him as our boyfriend, only because I live vicariously through my friends IF they let me. She explained to me that they fell out of love. I jokingly cried to her and said, “ But he would be so good for us.”

A couple of weeks went by, and by that point, I saw the Blossom visit me with her new boyfriend. Her new boyfriend was almost just as wonderful as the puppy, but very charismatic and pretended very well. I shall refer to him as the Weed. The weed was charming and quick. He was also very dangerous. To be honest, both the Puppy and he Weed were dangerous people. Dangerous in the sense that they were good at sizing up situations and owning the situations at hand. The casualties’ didn’t always matter, as long as they benefited from the engagement.

I had told the Blossom of my personal thorn in my side, and she had told the Weed about it. My initial contact with the Weed was him asking me about my personal thorn. He was proposing that I meet other people that he knew of in my town of residence to associate with, with my similar inclination. I was very put off by that. At the moment, I didn’t know that the Blossom had told him about my thorn, so I assumed that he was extremely presumptuous about who he thought I was. He took us both to Leatherby’s. He continued to asked me very personal and incriminating questions about who he thought I was and who he thought that I should be. We had some Ice Cream, we spoke about my recent diagnosis with Melanoma and then off we went back.

What bothered me was, I knew she was hiding something from me. I also knew that the Weed was used to being in control of a situation. He was perplexed by how he couldn’t get defensive responses from me. I was a calm breeze of fresh air. He was finally comfortable with me once I told him what I saw in him. He didn’t feel a need to attack and change the focus on me, but it was rather about being kind and ourselves. I enjoyed his company. It wasn’t until he was comfortable, that I felt like the words he spoke were genuine.

I learned on the next visit that the Weed and the Blossom were doing things that they shouldn’t have. She had given up her covenants to feel happy and accomplished. The Blossom had been married before. The marriage was happy at first, but then, because of the choices her husband made, he fell out of love with her. The Blossom tried her hardest to make it work. It was desperate attempt to make a plant grow that has no more will to live. She had a really hard time recovering from it. It took her about a year to feel somewhat functional again. She found the strength to date and be vulnerable. She was unhappy with the situations that she was in with the dating pool in Vegas so, she moved back to California. That is where she met the Puppy.

I was sad to hear that the Blossom had got rid of the Puppy. He had a lot of goodness inside. Untapped, but nonetheless, goodness. I reached out to him on Facebook and wrote, “Dear Puppy, You’re great… the end.”

He responded by liking the comment. The second time that I met up with the Weed and Blossom, I had realized that the Weed was hurt and wounded, but didn’t want to do anything about it. They way he self-medicated, in my opinion, was by taking the goodness from others… sort of like a weed takes all the nutrients away from other plants.  I had wrote on Facebook this: In my limited experience, there is nothing more dangerous than a boy/girl with charm. Several hours later, the Puppy had liked my post, which he had never had any inclination to do so. I was nobody to him. Then he reached out about the whole situation with the Blossom and him.

I was torn really. I was torn with the idea that I liked the Puppy. Sure, he was charismatic, funny, charming and very forward in his speech, but I couldn’t get over that he broke my friends heart. He did. A good chunk of the reason why she was with the Weed was because of his neglect for her. She practically threw herself at him and all he could do was just absorb it and ignore her effort because he was too into another girl that didn’t want him! He was also everything that I hated in a guy, above all he was careless and selfish and got what he wanted all the time. The puppy too, was an extremely dangerous individual.

*Now, this part will not really make sense to the normal reader:

As we began to talk via Facebook Messenger, the thought had occurred to me that I needed to help the Puppy with his request to change. The original request was he wanted the Blossom back, but she didn’t want anything to do with him. I had told him that all the help that I could provide him wouldn’t really matter, it was still her choice to make if she wanted him back or not.  He had told me that he wanted my guidance and help. What he really wanted was my gift of foresight to leverage himself against the Weed. He believed that I have that because of the things I told him about himself, that I could have never have known. I told him a lot of things about who he really was. During those moments, I see people for who they really are at that moment. I am able to look past their façades and truly see their true selves. What I saw with the Puppy was a man that could do wonderful things, he would be able to influence a lot of people in a way that most couldn’t in the trying times ahead. He was inclined to love freely as a puppy would. He would save a lot souls because of that love, Charity that could radiate towards others. What I also saw were his many flaws. The flaws scared me.