A Tale of Boon and Bane

BOON

Remember the wallet I found unattended? After almost a year without a single response (or seenzone trail) from its owner despite all my efforts to contact him, he's finally chanced upon my message on Facebook! After ONE YEAR!!!

And I am returning all the money to him. 

BANE

Guess what: also today, I asked someone to return the huge, huge, unimaginably huge amount of money I "lent" him for a very reasonable purpose. AND HE IS NEVER GIVING THE MONEY BACK. Shame. Legally, with no written agreement whatsoever, he can have it. That's all yours, 6-digit figures of your conscience. 

Truly a shame to know someone who's so shrewd his brain preys on other people's money. The fact he outwits his foster parent with working his way around expenses and bills, as he did me with faux "time deposit," means people who are lazy enough to earn their own money and are complacent with using their astuteness to subsist do exist. Such masterful work of art I never would want to draw myself learning. 

Such a selfless, classy act. True, your fate concludes you don't need a "best friend" to keep you company in your lonely hour. No one would dare rescue a know-it-all who can outwit his know-it-all self. They only come to you when they need your brain because your brain is so rich it can provide for itself the source of vaunting extravagance, self-righteousness, and larceny. You have yourself all to yourself that yourself must be too threatened by your other self. You are such a corporation of depredation. 

Oh and don't mistake your know-it-all self for conscience. Don't mistake your grand act of illusion for an ultimate consummation of the "law." Your benevolence for personal gain. Your punctilious ethical "guide" for your scrupulous margin of trickery. Your ulterior motive is by all means the reflection of your inferior morality. 

No wonder you live in that hollow manse. It teems with ego and subterfuge under the guise of a "good heart." I say "good heart" outside; empty and dark inside.

Of course, don't glorify my credulousness. I wasn't a fool. No, no, no, I'm not. Right from the get-go, I knew some "broken road" is being paved with handsome orchestration. I knew the moment he asked for the initial 6 figures even before it touched my very own hands that something dishonorable was taking place. The second installment of a much bigger sum passing me by just like that signaled a bigger deal of leer. As I disposed all these riches so did my respect for this person whom at first sight is an angel to many yet a broken one to me. I kept all these observations in. The next year of asking for it heard a meager "I've spent it (the time deposit)" reply, on which I have scorned without a word or objection. It was like being fully aware of standing on a rug ready to be pulled from under me any day.

There's a complex story behind this but it's all immaterial to how a person's character has absolutely revealed itself as unassumingly wicked. 

It's rather imprudent to be swayed by astrological renditions of reality. But boy were they eerily accurate all along. Had you chanced upon this ridiculously Delphic oeuvre published monthly by renowned astrologist Susan Miller, you'd easily glean an inkling on what's been happening in my life for the past months. I stopped dead at "someone who owes you money won't be able to pay you." 

What a clincher.

It's another year of renewed affirmation that the money is considered "lost."

It simply took me a lot of time to confront the truth I always knew and unveil the unimaginable brute in "this" person sheltered in avaricious bubble.

Oh what you can learn from "rich" people? They're up there because they like picking and stepping on people down here. They may say they're all legit and legally favored and shit; that's what they eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner - "bills" full of shit. 

And I thought you never had a sense of ambition. I was your "job," all the while. For the first time, you made me proud. I am your most successful project with your aspiration to be a teacher. I am learning big time from your wondrous lesson scheme plan.

You may have all the best 3 liars lawyers in the world on your side but that doesn't take away the fact na ikaw ay MukhAng Cash Zuper. Money doesn't change people; it reveals a person's true character.

"Kindness is priceless."

As of this writing, I have found a new friend and a new nemesis. A new pal who, out of nowhere, needs his money back and his one-year-old wallet's safe with me; and a new nemesis who, out of respect he's lost from and for himself, needs his soul back. 

Bitter and angry? Why me when I couldn't feel any more free?  
You disgust me. Your greed and non-fulfilment of a promise especially do.

Hitting all-time low?
It's you who are hoarding all these 6 figures in your elevator of dignity, going down with all the weight of your avarice.

What my pocket has lost, I can replenish. 

What your unwanted heart has (or wished to have but never had)? Well...be glad "wishes" are for free. Or you might need more 
6 figures from me just to satiate your fantasy.

This day is both a boon and a bane. The irony of ironies.