It’s like sitting with my old friends in a house on the beach. People walk by. Some stop to look and stare. They point, laugh and give each other high five’s. Some even approach the window. Some ask questions. Yet, when they get answers they don’t like they get frustrated. They tell us how wrong we are and storm off as if they achieved some petty victory. Keep walking my Blue Pill friend. Keep living your lie. Some day you too may be living in a house where people point and laugh at you.

Then there are those who observe us in our house. Some dare to approach and sympathize with us after watching the tyranny of those who pass by. Then the lurkers demand entrance. They have given us hope with a price. No thank you Lady Lurker. You too can keep walking. I’m not buying today.

I have found my peace in my private house for my own life. I do not need the fakery of the Blue Pill life. I have no one I need to impress. I no longer lust after the Lady Lurker who likes to dress for less. You my dear offer nothing I need, which you offer to me. I see in the mirror the shinny handcuffs you conceal without any key.

Just lightening the load off my head gentlemen. Good night.