Once upon a time in a land far away, long before I was red pilled, I was possibly one of the nicest people you would meet. I always put everyone else before myself, often overloading my schedule to come to the aid of anyone that needed a hand. Sadly, this became a recipe for disaster, as I would often neglect personal responsibilities. Furthermore, I began to notice that people would take advantage of my kindness and I would end up getting walked all over. Someone needed a piano moved, a ladder to borrow, someone to vent to, I was in my truck and on my way over in minutes. I would shelter homeless people, donate money and items to people that were down on their luck, just about anything you could imagine. However, if I needed an extra hand, or a ride while my vehicle was down for repairs, there was never anyone there. Maybe I did it because I figured that by doing good deeds, it would come full circle, and I would experience some luck in return. Yeah, it’s stupid, but it’s just how I was as a person.

A few months ago, I reconnected with an old friend. I knew her back in the days of when she danced, and since then, she had a child. She ran into some problems around the same time, lost her job, caught a felony, didn’t have a car, didn’t have any family, was couch surfing with a few different friends to get by until she could find a new job. She mentioned she had a doctors appointment she had to get to for her daughter and no way to get there, so I offered to drop her some money to cover a cab. In return, I only asked that she stop by sometime to say hello. I wasn’t trying to get laid, I didn’t have any interest in her emotionally, I was just trying to be generous. After she got the money, I didn’t hear from her.

Until today.

Out of the blue, she sent me a text. Said she had gotten back with her ex, gotten pregnant again, and he ran off on her. Again, she was out on her ass with no job and nowhere to go. First thing she asked was if she could move in with me. Thank god I’ve taken that red pill. I’m not about to take care of her spawn and have her bossing me around in my own house. And I’m damn well not about to have random dudes using my house as a hot sheet motel while I’m away at work. Who knows how long it would be before I got hit with a #metoo case?

I feel bad for her, but her piss poor life choices are not my responsibility.