About Alex

09-19-2009 Saturday

It must've been hard to be Alex. Imagine having to live in a house where people treat you like they own you. They decide for yourself, they ask you to run a lot of errands for them, they tie your neck with a leash and own you for the rest of your miserable life. I look at those people he live with as opportunistic cynical. Sure, they provided him a house to live in even though he's not related to them and I know he should be forever thankful to them. Still, for me, I don't think that's enough reason for them to own him entirely.

Why are most people like that? They give you a decent house to live in, they give you food to eat, and they think you owe your life to them and they have the right to make you do everything they want to return the favor. Nothing but worthless, narrow-minded bitches, if you ask me.

I hate them for treating Alex that way. I kept on telling him to try his best so he can get a decent job to support himself and rent his own place so he doesn't have to live with them in that hell of a boarding house. Like how much is his soul worth? That small bunk of a double deck bed which costs like how much a month? Php2,000? So that's how much he is worth? I don't think so. A human being is not worth any amount of money. I know he owes a lot to them, but goddamn it, they're holding him in a tight leash.

I kept on thinking about these things while I was on my way home, after meeting with Alex briefly just to lend him a hundred bucks so he can eat. It was past lunchtime and those bitches at the boarding house hasn't fed him yet because of reasons that are unclear in the surface but if you dig deeper, you'll think the same thing I was thinking. They don't care whether Alex eats or not, he's just someone they allowed to stay without paying any rent and that's enough. They were probably thinking that it's not their problem anymore if he gets hungry as long as he continues to do them favors.

When Alex first introduced me to those people at the boarding house, I had a weird feeling that they don't like me and I felt the same way for them. I thought that was really weird considering the fact that I just met them. Now, being with Alex for a couple of months means I have to deal with them more often, I know why I felt that way before. My instincts told me that they may look like good samaritans on the outside, but they're nothing but worthless bitches in the inside. I don't want to give out names though I might've said a name on a previous post, but moving forward, we can all call them Ms. Fat Bitch, and Ms. Lesbo Bitch. Yup, there's just two of them. Mother (Ms. Lesbo Bitch) and daughter (Ms. Fat Bitch).

I feel bad for Alex. Well, I know there are times that he enjoys being with them, and I think he got used to them already but for me, I still want him out of that boarding house for good. I wanted to see how they can manage without him doing their errands and driving for them. Hah. Alex said we could get married and live on our own which to me sounded neat but there are a lot of things to consider. 1. My religion. 2. I just turned 21! 3. I'm not ready.

With all those things to consider, let's opt out his option. That leaves us both to the other option of him getting a decent job wherein he can earn enough money to support himself so he can get his own place and pay for the rent. It's hard getting a job and I understand him that he's trying his best but employers these days seemed to look for college diplomas. Screw them. I only get to finish high school and I have a decent job in a call center where I've lasted for more than two years and I'm still counting.

I want to help him out. If he will stay with Ms. Fat Bitch and Ms. Lesbo Bitch for another year, I will probably confront them if they don't treat him right. Worse comes to worse, I'm gonna punch those faces that's as round as a fat guys ass. Humph!

Labels: alex, BITCH. pink crimson, rent

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 10:45 PM