MENTAL STORMS OF A FUCK CYNIC:(V) TOXIC PEOPLE

TOXIC PEOPLE

Yes, it is true: the groups are terrible and their barrage of messages deadly. But you must take into account the fact that it can always be worse.

There are good people and bad people: others are toxic, and those are worse. If you enter your world, remember before that you must be prepared not to leave; ready for the worst. In what follows, you will see brief sketches of this ignoble group of personalities:

POSSESSIVE BRIDE

The ladies will also know their male version, but of that already they usually talk a lot in the news. So here, we will focus mainly on its female counterpart. This is a controlling character and, to give in to his sickly desires, you must know him eternal prisoner of his claws. You will receive its poison at all hours; his control at every moment.

Forget whims such as breathing and living your life; leave behind that obsolete fashion of joining with whomever you want when you want. Now my friend, the situation has changed: you are a slave and emotional blackmail, the whip that submits you.

"What are you doing?" - one of his classic sentences in WhatsApp. It is a complicated question, an invitation to speak for the sake of speaking. The obligation to give explanations when there is no win.

I suppose you have already noticed, fellow, but I tell you your fall in a terrible abyss masked in innocence.

Find the exit if you can.

To compromise to the telephone anxieties of your companion, informed you that you must begin a vital transition where the usual is to chat for three hours a day. Three hours a day. The insecurity of your lady requires it, and you already notice how the relationship burns you like acid rain.

-Hears! Do not go beyond me.

Another classic. One of the phrases that most populate the chats that you maintain with this lady. Receiving this message, again and again in eternal return, it is impossible to avoid remembering the mother of the inventor of instant messaging. True.

The new situation makes you wonder: "Was it so awful to be alone?" How far do you get for a ration - not very abundant - of sex?

So far as you need to know about it. Let's go with more:

FRIEND WHO DOES NOT KNOW OF IT

It's not your best friend at all. You do not give her a relevant place in your life. But the guy gets noticed, that's clear. It is true that our man has ever helped you when you needed it: nevertheless, his generosity is charged with abusive interests. Well, if you get it.

He is not a self-sufficient type, there is no doubt about it. The phenomenon asks for help when it requires it, with the problem that it needs it in excess. Make use of your time as if it were yours, and without any modesty, because yours is empty. He asks you things of fatal common sense and, in case he does not understand your answers. In short: a man very easy to hate.

From here, two things can happen: you give in, and you go to your house to fix your problems - the technicians, not the mental ones; or you decide to block him from the phone, blaming it on some technological anomaly. This last one would be the best of the decisions, because you manage to kill one of the whiting that bites its tail. It is true that it may seem sadistic, but it does not make you have remorse: it is about dying or killing.

BULKY ALMOST UNKNOWN

You have shared with him a drunkenness or two, casual and nocturnal. Nothing else. Or maybe yes, it seems that this character has found in you his best friend.

She is not a woman with whom you want something, not even a pleasant type: only a spectrum appeared in the indifference of a sad night out; at least, in your opinion. Sadly, the same is not shared by this character, for whom a deep friendship has just been born - better called harassment.

Adds you to Facebook; speak to you by WhatsApp; invites you to go to the gym And it even offers you to stay on Saturdays with your friends. The anonymous heavyweight has seen in you a soul mate. A being that will accompany you in the hard and mature. Someone who will never let you walk alone.

However you, you make tremendous efforts to remember his name.

How to remedy this situation? Putting it aside? Impossible, our man does not take the hints. Ignoring him in public? He will find you wherever you are. You must admit that there is no escape, beyond the police report or the crime quasiperfecto. Only a physical beating could break your friendship: but as you are physically weak and the blood stirs your stomach, you decide to refuse that idea.

"And these are my master experiences. Surely if I dig into the drawers of my villainy, I find better examples. But I will not. I think this is enough. Thus, those voluntarily exiled will know what proportion of suffering must the cynic to the mobile and which to society. And good teacher, what is your opinion?

"I pity you, son." And I've never been happier to have taken the path of retreat.

"You are wise." A scholar, no doubt.