I've previously, nearly nine months ago, written two posts about my experience with a very pretty girl whom I had some vain, God-foresaken sexual and mental attraction to (not quite the flowery terminology that LGBTQWERTY+++ people use for such things), and, in post one, I said that I was totally done with that girl: no more obsessing over her! ... And then in post two I conceded I was basically back in the yoke of my own desires, and I was still in the "love" crap with that girl.
Since then, much has changed. For at least three months after that, I was still hell-bent on interacting with her and trying to extract the fulfillment of my (ultimately insatiable) desires from her. And then for a couple months I kinda cooled off. And since March eighth or so, school has ended and I'll (God willing) never see her again. It's been a blessing that -- indeed, as King Shlomo says -- the words "vanity of vanities: all is vanity" has been fulfilled; all the obsessing over and trying to spend time with her may as well have never happened: she's gone forever.
And, mind you, she's a proud homosexual. What idiocy I involved myself in...
It's actually still tempting to reminisce about her by looking at her Instagram (may God destroy that disease-ridden abomination imminently) page, but, what'd King Shlomo say again? "Vanity of vanities: all is vanity." What a waste of time, to "check up" on somebody I'll never (by God's mercy) see or talk to or write to again. I've got less foolish things to do (even sitting and doing nothing is better than looking at that dead object of lust's Instagram filth).
Also, what happened when Lot's wife turned back and looked at the city of Sedom after it was burning and being destroyed? She was punished and turned into a pillar of salt. A message to be learned is: don't turn back. When you are redeemed and saved from a slave-master or even an object of vain desires, don't look back and still stay attached to it. Just move forward. It appears that Lot's wife was still very attached to the evil Sedom, so she was saddened by seeing it wiped out, and she looked back, almost as if to say, "I wanna go back!"
Indeed, I still would be pretty "pleasured" to see her again, and I suppose I can conceive of a context in which I would (God willing that won't happen), but if this unfortunate circumstance occurs, I'd best not even say hi (unless she initiates it, which is unlikely; so much for a "friend" I deluded myself into believing she was!).
Man, I used to cry about her... What a soy-boy pussy I was.