… Within the context of “relationships” …
When it’s been proven that you all really don’t give a fuck about others, that shit flips around real quick the moment something “bad” happens to those you fucked over. The moment something juicy happens for you to gossip about, something for you to insert yourself in, a time where you can yet again pretend that you have a sense of “humanity”.
Why? Because you thrive off of drama. You are fucking addicted to it. It’s your favorite drug of choice… Addictions to drama, violence. A fetish, an utter fascination with evil; it’s nourishment to your Wétiko disease.
It’s just like you’ve been surviving on some shitty quality drug. Then you hear that the real good shit is in town. And oh, you GOTTA have it. You’re willing to say and do any damn thing to get just one single hit of that grade A shit. Anything to get your fix. To get a piece of the cake to perpetuate your hate. The high, the rush is like no other.
So then you will pretend you care again… As if somehow deep down, in that gaping dead hole where your heart & soul used to be, you still have “love”. HA. Please take several fucking seats.
All this talk of wanting “peace”, but yet you really cannot bear the thought of sitting in the beautiful stillness of true Peace & Love. You don’t want Peace. I mean look at yourself…so goddamn antsy and restless without that drama. You dunno what to do with your damn self.
The same ones always moaning & groaning “fuck the drama”, yet it follows you everywhere? No, you follow it, and when there is none, you create it.
People who truly hate drama, generally don’t have that much, if any all, in their lives… Because we don’t tolerate it. And we stray from the toxic waste tweakers as described above.