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Wanna start this entry off by giving you folks some updates on my goings-on, since I’ve been on my Vacation/my last post. I stated in the previous entry that I would be visiting a nearby town–Vermilion–to check out the Farm Market for my guinea pigs’ produce, as well as a Candle Store they have there, getting a state flag, and some popcorn at a store they have in the vicinity too. Well I did in fact go on that trip; I even posted a picture of being on the street with the small shops on Instagram…..featuring signage for a Masonic Temple. Lemme first start off by saying that I felt in-sync with God on that trip in ways I normally don’t….like an “above and beyond” way, as it were. As I entered Vermilion, the GPS guided me to this residential area, and I found myself at a dead end street in the vicinity of gorgeous “McMansions”, as they call ’em. The reason I was able to observe my synchronicity with God, however, was because of my memory of how trips with my parents used to go, as a child….and how the absolute second my Dad thought he might be getting lost, he’d freak the shit out, break down, and cry that he was “so confused”. He wouldn’t ask directions or anything, or when he did, wouldn’t truly follow them properly, as I think in his mind, he’d already given up. The minute things got just a “little too hard” for him, he’d fold.

Well, I wound up on that dead end street, but I wasn’t too bothered by it, in part because I knew I was on Vacation, and had all the time in the world to figure it out; I’d written down other addresses in my notepad, so I just plugged another in, and was back on my way into the town area of Vermilion; this next address took me to the downtown area where I took that picture on Instagram, and shortly thereafter, I found a vicinity with public parking, so was able to get out of my car, and browse around a bit….and let me tell you folks: Vermilion is gorgeous. It symbolizes what people think of when they wax about “picturesque Americana”, but in a way that shows they’re not ready to give up yet; they’re pushing forward, and it really stands out & shows, in all the best ways. In fact, all the McMansions I saw were likely people who travel to Cleveland everyday, but the interesting thing about Vermilion is that the town feels almost “compartmentalized” in a way between “corporatist America” and “smalltown local America”, and not in a way where one overpowers/overshadows the other; it’s rather fascinating, and kinda epic! Just to throw this part out there:

there were tons of very attractive babes there, and–get ready for this–none of ’em were sporting piercings or tattoos; to quote Homer Simpson: “WOO-HOO!!!!!!”

I haven’t yet told you the main reason I wanted to share this story yet, but here we go:

So my first stop was entering a store that had some novelties and a lot of candles, and I didn’t realize it at first but it was the exact store I was looking for…and here’s where things get interesting….

So I waited while the gentleman at the counter assisted other customers in the store, and after they left, I explained what I was looking for regarding candles; when I say this guy knew candles almost as if he were Autistic, and they were his passion, I ain’t kidding….to the point where I asked him if he’s Autistic!!!!!!!! He asked me the size I was looking for, he knew how candles melt inside of lanterns, he understood the aromas they have, how they spread around the vicinity they’re in, and he could even tell from split-second reactions from me which candle aromas I liked and which I didn’t. He was that good; wound up buying two candles from him for my lantern, and may buy some more, if I deem it necessary.

I also bought some popcorn at a nearby store which contained no bioengineered ingredients and no preservatives…which also meant the popcorn would have to be consumed within about a week and a half, or it would go bad. I actually finished it off rather quickly, despite finding it to be a little extra salty for my tastes, but may consider going back for more at a later date. Got the state flag I wanted at a store at a nearby shopping plaza, and after checking the nearby Goodwill and bakery, I decided to conclude my trip by checking out the Farm Market for my guinea pigs. It was…..actually underwhelming, to be honest. For a place that advertises how dedicated they are to locality, they were overloaded with national brands, and standees of celebrities shilling those brands; I picked up a few items though, including a big bag of popcorn and a loaf of Italian Bread, and headed home.

Before I finally get into what the main topic is–which happened between that what I’m about to share, yesterday I decided to–before doing some grocery shopping–first stop by the marina downtown, just to relax a little bit; take a load off. I love going down there, and just staring at the water, and all the boats sailing around. I also however went down there to check out this Marketplace there, as apparently they have a bakery, and I wanted to see if they carried bread, should I need to use them as an alternative soon. They….do not usually carry bread, so I’ll have to figure something else out. After I finished up at the Marketplace, I decided to do a little detective work in finally checking out part of downtown I confess I’ve never actually been to: Battery Park.

Battery Park is another nearby area featuring marinas….but it’s also an area that a real estate developer has been buying out old folks’ land, to build new places, and I’ve had my suspicions that they’re trying to build new developments to price everyone else out of this area, for…..Epstein-related purposes (especially seeing as Ohio-based Victoria’s Secret head Lex Wexner is closely connected with Epstein & Maxwell), with the nearby islands. I took a look at the surrounding area, made a few observations, and to be honest, I wasn’t all that impressed with what I saw in general overall; I liked the area of the marina to the west a lot more than what I saw in Battery Park, but hey, to each ‘is own. I could however easily see why said real estate developers would be trying to coerce old couples living around there to sell their property, easily; prime targets, lemme tell ya. Yes, I’m spreading word around as much as possible about all this, and even thanking the police forces in the surrounding areas for their work with human trafficking, including on Twitter.

But anyway, now that we’re up to speed, let me tell you folks about what happened this past weekend, in which btw I was working during it (it’s due to the whole “every other weekend off”, so I chose to work in between my Vacation days. It suddenly hit me on Friday that a good buddy of mine from southeast Ohio would be a great match for Gina: She’s handicapped, and he views himself that way. He loves going off and yapping his head off about trivial shit, and watching TV, and talking about it, and she loves having someone else keeping the conversation going; neither of them really strive for much in life, so I saw them as “kinda” on a similar level, and could grow in a way with each other that they would definitely look at me, and think “nope, we could never pull that off”. I even brought it up to Ursula, who thought I might have success playing matchmaker. I asked my buddy if he was interested, and he said he and his roommate needed to get a new car first, so not at the immediate moment, but then a short time later, in getting frustrated with his female roommate–as she proved (as I’ve known for ages) that she was not girlfriend material–he told me “you know what, send her my way; I deserve some happiness”.

Right there and then, I started a chat with them on Facebook, and sent her a text to let her know that I started a chat with her and someone I wanted her to meet. And the chat……..it erm……it hasn’t really picked up the momentum I thought it would, and in part because my buddy isn’t comfortable–get ready for this–dating someone who’s disabled. And if you want even more fun, for all his talk that–despite his Autism not being a disability, he views himself to be disabled–he “totally doesn’t see himself as disabled, now”. No…..the way I saw it was actually quite different:

First off, the whole tangent he could’ve gone of about his ex and the car situation, he could’ve gone off on with Gina, and she would’ve enjoyed it; he of course went off on it with me, instead. He told me that the counselor said the gal he was trying to get close with was “never going to change; has the mindset of a 5-10 year old, and is borderline incompetent”. Ah, but there’s that word, dear reader: change

Follow me here: my buddy could’ve had someone who’s a lot like him in various respects, but instead, he deep down wants someone who doesn’t want him to change for him, and be the person he wants her to be. Could’ve sworn I did a whole blog entry on that some time ago….

Well, the reason I bring all this up is very simple:

You hear all the time in the dating world about how gals want the “bad boys”, and guys just want the “nice gals they can bring home to Momma” Folks….what a load of crap. On the lowest frequency, both guys and gals want the bad girls and the bad boys; what they really want is to change them; they’re attracted to them, as they view them as rebels to the System, but want to change them just enough so they can “feel” rebellious, but still have a sense of “domination” over them. Several months back, I was responding to some comments on redpill videos on Youtube, and one guy flat-out acknowledged to me that he and most others simply view themselves as “mediocre”, to which I responded “then why in the hell does a gal you value want to settle for that?!” True, the “bad boy” also views himself as mediocre, but the gal is tantalized by that rebellious sense; both the guys and gals who want the “bad boys & bad gals” want to “tame” them cause they feel powerless and inferior otherwise. It’s like what I stated here about having reached the endgame on the lower frequencies regarding the world of dating.

If they truly believe themselves to be so powerless and weak, why seek out a relationship/a family, anyway? Seems like it goes right back to the breadcrumbing I brought up all the way back, here. It also continues to go right back to what Laura Faye said about taking advice and pointers from those on the lower frequencies. Let me just conclude this by bringing this right around to how this can benefit our community, even though my buddy in southeast Ohio is Autistic:

Pay attention to the patterns; forget what they say, regardless of whether they’re guys or gals, pay attention to what they do. That’ll tell you what you’re really dealing with, and understand the true motivation of those on lower frequencies; they want power & control cause they feel like they don’t have any. Problem is…on said lower frequencies, they’re easily manipulated as well, and wouldn’t know what to do with the power if they had it. I will be getting more into that aspect at a later date.

Oh, and btw…the reason I think he likes going off on those tangents with me, as opposed to those who are on the same “level” with him…..I think he feels like he gets something from interacting with me that he’s not getting anywhere else; could’ve sworn I brought that up before.

Anyway, talk to you folks soon