Ensnared
Life is about needs and wants and how to balance two seemingly opposite ideas, only to realize that neglecting one will imperil the other.
Example: You need food and clothing and shelter in winter, but you want someone else to provide these objects. You sacrifice clothing for visual appeasement, however, you become dependent on any attention regardless if it will have a positive or negative impact on your life.
You require sustenance but want sex appeal, so you forgo eating in favor of a flat stomach or six-pack abs. The lack of nourishment later leaves you weaker and therefore less of a threat. You are trapped and at the mercy of someone else's needs. Food is often shared. Clothing optional and shelter is usually not of your choosing.
Where are you to go, man or woman at this early hour?
It's a scenario that continually plays out each night. Some are taken advantage of, while others commit acts of prurient interests. And others just go back to their own home, where they have food and clothing and shelter from the storm.
I don't have a better option for them. A scenario of isolation meets all needs yet a scenario of all wants may lead to pure ecstasy or immense cruelty but ends up somewhere in the middle.
I don't think I'm going to share this post as I usually do. Truthfully, it was a slow weekend. Up to 337 IDs now, many of the weeken'd four easy no-brainers.
No. 335 had some challenges. It was a beautiful forgery.
Expertly crafted. I was going to show a redacted picture, but I'm not feeling it now.
It must have cost upwards of $160 to $200 for this one ID. It had seamless lines and print, good card stock and coloring.
Well, maybe the card stock was too good, and the lettering was too bold. The bridge overlay was a tad much, and the perforations were poorly done.
And there's nothing I just described that wouldn't reveal her identity.
Her true identity that was born in 1998 and not 1996. Her true identity that called her father to plead her case.
I thought it might be a bigger deal than it was. But it's not. Just another fly caught in the trap. One who saw banners and bright lights, only to be zapped at the last possible second.
On a cold night, I have plenty of clothing, so I am unaffected by the elements. Food obviously is taken care of before during and after. Shelter comes in the form of an old brick building with the heat on, and the windows fogged up.
My needs in line with what I want.
Trap set.
Her needs sacrificed for wants.
Teslin in my pocket. Shelter from her storm.
Ensnared
