TAIA BOOKS

by Kira D. May 9/6/2024

This year is when I reorganize people around me and let go of those I found bringing negative energy into my life. What I call negative energy is their voluntary or involuntary damage to me. The most damage is usually done not by obviously malicious persons whose intent anyone can see with the naked eye but by covert individuals who act like they are kind and caring and so on. They usually complain about their hard life and them being victims. And often, they are genuinely victims of unfortunate circumstances.
The problem is they continue to be victims, and they tell you all about that and take your time and your energy, occupy your mind, and take away your sleep. They start building trust based on your empathy for them, usually looking for highly compassionate people. As time goes by, they discuss how they are victims of new situations. First, your role is to listen to them and believe their side of things. When you start asking questions about details of their stories, they don’t like that and start acting like you’re overstepping; you’re not trusting them and intruding on their personal boundaries. They are blind or pretend to be unaware that they are the ones overstepping your boundaries and telling you many details of their personal and intimate life without asking for your permission.
I call those people parasites. I call them that not because I want to be rude or arrogant but because I believe it’s their true definition: a worm that starts ruining you and all your fruits. I walk away from them. Surprisingly, it’s much easier without them: peaceful, more energy, clarity of mind, and anxiety-free life. I tell myself and my children that there are so many good people in the world, so why give space to someone malicious in your heart than wait for someone good to come?
When thinking about extreme examples of parasitic people, I remember a boy I met once as a nurse, which I don’t think I could ever forget.

The boy came to us, and we knew he was in bad condition, thin, malnourished, with an infection on his back. He was shy and polite. You can see by his manner, his politeness, and the way he expressed himself that he grew up in a good household. He said his mother passed away, and his father was a lawyer. He had run away from home and ended up far and in horrible conditions. He was young and fell in love with a girl who was older, experienced, and knew street life. She convinced him to run away together, to be together, just them. The reality was they were not together. She introduced him to all kinds of drugs. And while he lay on a dirty mattress in an abandoned building, all dazed from drugs, she was on another mattress next to him, having sex for money with other men. By the time his mind was clearing from a drug, she came and gave him another, sending him into a world of hallucinations and contentment. She was on salts during sex when she scratched his back and left horrible marks on his back that got infected and filled with pus. One morning, she approached him with her male friend and started putting a tourniquet on his upper arm. He knew she would inject him with drugs for the first time. In his dazed mind, he knew it was something that he couldn’t cross, a sign of no return, and he escaped. She and her male friends chased after him as he ran barefoot, barely dressed, weak from leftovers of drugs and lack of food and water. He asked a passerby for a quarter and, from a pay phone, called the police and asked them to help him. Police officers came and picked him up, fed him a cheeseburger, and brought him to us. He wanted to return to his father, who agreed to take him back and bought him a ticket to fly home. The boy was scared to fly and asked if he could get medication. How ironic that sounded to us, looking at his condition.

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