I see any hurt or pain as experience that changes a person for the better. It makes a man a man. It’s a cliche to say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but that true.

It’s easy to spot people who you can and can’t trust. It’s so easy. I look back at people who I trusted and fucked me over on one way or another and I have no f****** clue what the f*** I ever saw in them. Not even my type of people. I remember thinking that when I first met them. Literally “I don’t think I like this person…”

BUT I pushed that to the back of my mind, and let it go. I disregarded what my instincts were telling me, which ended up being a big mistake. If I had written them off on the spot, if I had more life experience and wasn’t so naive, it would not have happened. In a way, negative experiences, the bad, is good for you. I had to learn the hard way that people are not people. Some people are parasites. I attract a lot of s***** people but I also quality people, women, attractive women because of the person I am. A toxic person who has other qualities, and does not attract the same type of things experiences, people, women in the same way I do, might want to get next to me, because I attract what they don’t. Disguise it like they want to be my friend. Which I don’t allow to happen, especially if when it comes right down to it I don’t like them for one reason or another. Or many.

You just need to be picky when it comes to who you let in and recognize people’s intentions. People are not people. It’s never that cut and dry. I used to ignore these types of things, my initial instincts and just go with the flow. It never ended up good. I remember pretty much hating a girl/woman I was getting to know, listening to her, her beliefs, what she was about, not liking it at all, but in the end I let her for e her way in. How bad could it be? It’s me? She would never f*** me over? Never. No way. Guess what?

I should have shut it off on the spot. Not completely, of course be friendly, but emotionally dead. Look at her as if she’s a fat sweaty bald guy I work with. Just there. They exist and that’s about it. Haha. I didn’t even have the slightest idea what a good woman was at that time. Not enough experience with people. I was naive and inexperienced. At that time. I definitely know now. Now just from her, I have known and do know many good (for me) women just the same as I know what a terrible woman is.

BUT like I said, what doesn’t kill you makes you more wise and stronger.