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GREED
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n. excessive desire for acquiring or having desire for more than one needs or deserves.
“Her greed was massively unique indeed. Despite what I already gave up willingly, she (not “wanted”...not even “needed”)...but she required more. That’s just how she was. It’s a natural part of her personality. My giving and her taking had no end in sight: now, later, and for years…
She didn’t earn it [my giving], and she never seemed to consider the fact that she didn’t earn it. The fact of the matter was-if she lays her eyes on it, it’s her possession-period. But one thing I can say, even at the very beginning of knowing her; she did admit that she was greedy and selfish and had no qualms about it. So I can’t say she didn’t warn me early into this, but at the time she said it to me, it was sexy—how she delivered her truth.
I was too busy experiencing her ‘sexy’ but not paying attention to what was true about her ‘person’…”
-Angie
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I had no contact with anyone from the chat room except for Brie. She would annoy me almost every single morning on Instant Messenger (I.M). Whenever I would get online to read the world news on my Netscape home page, my Instant Messenger would automatically turn on at log-on, and Brie would be right there as if she was waiting for me...
I recall getting set up on I.M sometime in January, but I never used it much, so I really couldn’t recall how Brie even got my sign on name to communicate with me in I.M anyways. I could only guess I must have given it to her at some point, because she sure as hell found me and annoyed me death by chiming in on me every single time I would get online. She would jump right in on me and start a conversation. She obviously had me on her “Buddy List” because if you put someone on your Buddy List, you would get a special ringing or chime to let you know that they were online, and I think that was how she would know I was on(line).
Brie was kind of weird-in a pesky way, but sometimes I didn’t mind because it seemed like she was kind of lonely (to have had two kids and a fiancé). She would send me emails with cartoon pictures and jokes like she was a thirteen year old kid-kind of corny, but I would entertain it and her while I would be online reading web page news. She and I would talk mainly about her two kids and my one, and we would talk about school, (she was an economics major). She would talk about her mom, and how she was finally going to buy her the jeep she wanted. She talked about how excited she was about buying it because this was her mom’s first vehicle and her mom had always had a “driver”…
We would also talk about our favorite soap operas, music, and television shows. Sometimes she would have me go back to clarify something I may have said, like...five lines back, or every other line, and I would yell at her (in caps). I would tell her that if she couldn’t keep up with the script, I was not going to talk to her because that was very irritating to me. I hate having my time wasted and forced to repeat something that is clearly expressed
(or written). Something about her was overly into every word I said-like she was combing through my words-for a reason...It was kind of excessive…
When I would snap at her, she would be so apologetic and goofy that I’d just shake my head like: “Who the hell is this and what does she really want? Is she that lonely?” We would also talk about how she liked to make parfaits and how no one could make them better than she could. She told me about a cooking contest she was going to enter on Good Morning America in hopes that she would win so that she could meet Emeril Lagasse.’ I’d tell her how I would keep her in my prayers because this strange bird really wanted to win.
I pretty much kept our conversation off of anything that had to do with the chat room-as did she (actually)…
About the only thing we discussed about it was when she told me how different it seemed since the tour (Janet’s tour) was over, and that there were a lot of
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