The daughters of men were ... fair?

I was still busy with my last post when abisha walked into the workshop and asked me to go tend the... stall a bit... while he attended to SOB (some other business). Despite my... misgivings... i went, and sat down, finishing someone else's order while i waited. It did not help that the subject of my last post; the David Matthews blond, was at that moment busy issuing instructions to some xhosa guys outside the olympia bakery, or that the contemporary art chick had parked her SUV where the only way i could fail to see it was if i didn't SEE to begin with. I gritted my teeth, convinced that these women would see me as someone desperate, and at the same time wondered just WTF God was playing at NOW throwing me into such situations rife with... controversy. Of course i am afraidof no one.and of no 'many', but i AM afraid of humiliation, as i am a person who has no... defence... against that; like a child that was never immunised,against certain killer diseases in their weakened state has no antibodies to innure him to the full-strength disease when it attacks. I hate being trod on so much that whoever does it, whenever, earns my undying hatred, as I always try NOT to fool around but to be blunt andto the point about things, something that apparently no one seems to... favour. Anyway, I sat down, I said, and his xhosa chick comes, sits next to me and, outta the blue, we start talking about her work conditions inside the olympia deli and the strictness of the bosses, and how it is all so... bad to be treated like dogs. She tells me her life plans, and I find myself thinking she is such a sweet kid and i feel like a monster for being on the verge of destroying her, and her livelihood, and i... pause, and i am puzzled at the same time because she mentions things about the one and only time we met as i did a key-ring in the shape of her first name's initial capital letter, andhow later she refused to give Abisha her phone number but seemed quite comfortable around me, so much so that today i got to see something more than just a girl from a people responsible for killing off and harrasing my people. Of course, FIRST thing i asked myself was what the fuck do i have to DO to get out of here, and my conclusion is STILL the same:- people MUST die, but THIS was such a... nice- and attractive- girl i didn't have the heart to toss her to the dogs. I wanted her... for myself. So, i intend to take her mmmmmh! Now, that means that ... ah, fuck, who am i kidding? The fact that her hair IS as stiff as mine, and like mine would never sway in the wind unless by a chemically induced engineering method, and i do SO hate pretending, especially in women, that i would be pissed off with her in no time at all. Besides, my default setting is Genesis and if the "sons of God saw that the daughters of men were fair" then I obviously want to find out if "fair" means complection ONLY, COMPLECTION AND BEHAVIOUR, or behaviour. IF one's behaviour is " FAIR" then one is like an "equal opportunity" employer, whose door's open to anyone who comes. Which should mean that there is no... discrimination. Well, in THIS case i am in favour of discrimination and would prefer a woman who was ONLY fair in complection and a closed door to anyone else but me. OK THEN, CLOSED TO EVERYONE ELSE FROM THE TIME WE... MET since i... verily do NOT THINK virgins exist much in this world. anyway, I saw the david matthews blond, up close, and she walked right past me and we had eye contact everything, but as she was speaking on her phone telling someone to clean up something "for... us?!" and she seemed so .... cool about it, i was at a loss in trying to figure her out. Itdid not help to think that she probably got on the phone so as to be able to plausibly walk past me- I seem to be terrifying people around the place,ANOTHER reason why I want out a.s.a.p - because she could just be... terrified. But JESUS H. CHRIST!!chick has an ass on her forsooth!! Mmmmmm. Anyway, i guess i will have to... just leave, since for some reason NO ONE is reading my posts. Maybe evryone thinks they are already dead since i went and slept on the mountain... but fuck! Do people give up that easy?