Just as the actual fish are actually herbivores, the stats still aren’t in favour of 0% in as far as them eating flesh is concerned.
I’ve been up for two hours thinking about the human psyche. How we have people we lean on and friends we use as sound boards. And sometimes, those friends end up using your strain as a way in to ruining your life at your most vulnerable. It’s not to say that you’re exactly guilty free of presenting yourself as a meal in front of them. But they’re just as, if not more twisted for even entertaining the thought of seeing you as someone they can change their palate without giving you the courtesy of warning you. Anyway why would those blood-thirsty wolves in sheep’s skin warm you?
Hindsight truly is 20/20 and my bad eyesight makes me appreciate hindsight even more because I’ve been in situations that have led me to being prey to palates that I didn’t think were “me-vorous”. Call it naivety, whatever. I have just had a history of trusting people I shouldn’t have and ended up deep sea diving in the dog-box. These so-called friends who circle around you and cause unnecessary drama when you reach out to them for a shoulder to cry on are the reason why I’ve turned to being more reserved. You wouldn’t think that your “help me” cry would lead to them helping themselves and working their way into your system. And why would you think that? Why should you even have to consider that people don’t have your back? That people are innately selfish and really don’t give a rat’s ass about you and your problems. You’d think that that would make me write a little more, but I’ve also been a victim of privacy invasion via pages of diary being shown to my dad, so I am not that great at trusting pages (nor screens) either. This is a story for another post when I can figure out a metaphor for it.
Anyway, this now feels like an open letter to bore myself because I can’t sleep and it’s almost 5AM and I’m thinking of piranha-friends and this upsets me.
