the better the host the more virulent the parasite
Humans are known to be prey to more than 350 parasitic organisms, some of which hurt us, and some of which can kill us. Around 850,000 people die every year from malaria, which is caused by a mosquito borne parasite invisible to the human eye. Whereas the tapeworm, which can grow up to 30 feet in length inside the human gut, will rarely kill its host.
These are not the kind of parasites I want to write about today, instead I want to discuss Humans who are parasites, a person who exploits others and earns their trust through flattery, trickery, false promises, emotional blackmail, sex….. and the Gods only know what else. A parasite will use every trick in the book, and some that aren’t, to gain your acceptance, liking, and trust. They will con their way into your home, live there while contributing nothing, steal your possessions and your money, promise you the earth and give you a pile of shit, and then break your heart.
Along the way the host may do all kinds of unwise or terrible things just to keep their parasite happy, marrying the parasite and having children by the perhaps being the most unwise and terrible in the long run.
He will say he’s your Father Christmas, he’ll say he’s your dream come true, and then he’ll break you, and take everything you love and hold dear.
Losing possessions and cash because of a parasite is bad enough, losing your freedom and self-respect are much worse. For a woman especially, there is nothing worse than becoming the prisoner of a parasite.
In one very specific way, I have been a parasite ~ but then I fucked up in a very bad way.
Lying, cheating, and stealing are next door neighbours.
Sometime earlier this week someone got into the garret and stole some of my stuff.
There was no damage to my door, so at first I thought I’d just lost my wallet and cash. That prompted me to spend a whole day searching for wallet / cash…..
But, I’d been robbed of my wallet with a couple of credit cards, my drivers licence, some other identity cards, and about £100 in cash. I also lost my cell phone, a couple of hundred US Dollars, about 5,000 Turkish Lire, a watch, and some other bits and pieces
I’ve spent all morning on the ‘phone sorting out my banks and reporting the theft to the police.
Even then I’m not finished restoring my life ~ for example I need a new cell phone.
I feel sorry for Marmaduke, who was alone in the garret at the time of the robbery
life be would very different
if women did not squander time
filling every precious minute
collecting pointless crap
while the clock wastes it’s chime
at least she’s consistent
spending your last dime
kidnapping you with dithering
like a mouse in a trap
into her sordid life of crime
words and pictures by jack collier
(almost got arrested by a park ranger for collecting those branches)