Gullibility & Charm

Hello lovely people.

September is almost over. Just a few more days and it'll all be over!

Personally, I think the month just has a thing against me. It conspires against me and basically brings all the cosmic jokes that had been swirling around me during the year to fruit. And once ripe for the picking, the fruit, it's not very good.

But like I said. It's almost over. And that's totally good enough for me. :)

Besides having to deal and finally forgive myself my trespasses, I've been wrestling with the decision to have the ex. Mr. Gbunny's wages garnished for child support. For some reason, he's begun not making scheduled payments last September. When I say September, I'm talking 2004 people! And he always hit me with the promises of making good. And then there's me always accepting those promises as I had accepted so many of his other promises in the past.

Why?

Because I am gullible!

Okay. So I'm really not gullible. If you were to tell me you have 11 fingers or three eyeballs, I most likely would not believe you (Unless you told me that in an email because as well know, everything you read in email and on the internet is completely true! Haha!). Or, if you were to tell me that you that your great-great-granfather's uncle's brother's step-siter's mother-in-law twice removed was related to Leonardo de Vinci, and the inspiration for the Mona Lisa was not a merchant's wife, or a man dressed in drag but was in fact Sister Margaritte-Henrietta-Porcucinno-Arrivederci from his first year as a young youngling in catholic school, I would have to call you out on that with a "Poppy Cock!" (I wouldn't really say Poppy Cock, because who says that anymore? But I might say something similiar to that, slurring the words just so it sounds like Poppy Cock but in reality is something much more cocky.)

So why would I go to the lengths to discredit your obvious skewing of the facts?

Because I'm not gullible.

But what I am, is someone who just wants to believe. Anyone who has ever played a major part in my life deserves that, don't they? To be believed?

Well, in his case, I believed far too long. Always with that voice of doubt that I'd extinguish because even though the was a complete bastard to me in the end, I still fall prey to his charm.

So finally, with September coming to a close, I'll be dropping off the paperwork I had completed back in April to the appropriate agency. But even more important, putting some ghosts to rests and not stupidly falling for charm or non-sensical things (edited) anylonger.