The Invader. The Colonizer. The Parasite.
You invade my space, you use my kitchen, you sleep on my bed, you eat my food, you shit in my toilet, you bathe my water, in my bathroom, and you drink my coffee.
When I tell you to leave, you show me all kinds of numbers (statistics) about how you’ve helped me and how you continue to help me become like you. When I insist you leave my house, you show my numbers about all the things you do in my house to help me.
The thing is you don’t want to leave my house. You don’t want to be on your own. You know you are leeching off me, and you know you need some numbers to mask your looting. You have no intention of leaving.
Now I know that you intend to stay because you cannot take care of yourself. Only now, every time you bring your statistics, I say bullshit. Every time you tell me you are here to help me, I say bullshit. Now you know what I know. You know that I know that you are a liar! A thief! A terrorist! A colonizer!
You know now that I know that when I get a chance, I will kick you out myself. You know it. So now, you’ve grown even more aggressive, kicking my pans, tossing my kitchen, breaking my stoves and dirtying my bathrooms. You think that once you create chaos, I would have no choice but to ask you to help me clean it up.
But now again, you know that I know that you are the Chaos Creator. I know. You know. So you have grown angrier and more aggressive. You tell me if I kick you out, you will burn down my house one day.
So this whole time you’ve been throwing statistics around that I actually need you, but you knew that you needed me rather. I see. Now you know that I know that you are the colonizer. You know that when the time comes I will kick you out of my house. You know that when I kick you out you will try to burn down my house.
Now you know that I know that you intend to burn down my house when I throw you out. You know that I know that I need protection for my house once I throw you out.
So, you tell me you can help me protect my house after I throw you out. This makes sense to you but it doesn’t make any sense. It makes sense to you because you are incapable of being on your own. You are a parasite.
Now, I know that you are an invader, a colonizer and a parasite. Now, you know that I know. We know each other now. We know each other well. You are the parasite and I am your host. For now. Until….