April 29, 2012
This blog entry was written in response to the "Write a Letter to HIV" Campaign. Find out how you can be part of this campaign, and write your own letter to -- or from -- HIV.
Are you surprised? Seriously! How can you be surprised? You knew all about me before we met and let me remind you ... you knew what to expect! How many friends had I killed, with you watching me do it and yet still determined to get into bed with me eventually? Oh please, don't tell me you never meant for this to happen! You pretty much knew how to avoid it, or am I wrong?
So friend, excuse me if I don't shed a tear for your predicament. I've been accused of being many things but compassionate isn't one of them; it's not built into my DNA. Apart from that, let's be honest, you've not got it that bad pal. Okay, you've been through a few medication regimes; had a few uncomfortable secondary infections and now have neuropathy which you claim has ruined your life! Well boo hoo! A little pain and physical exhaustion never killed anyone (and God knows I've tried!) so count your lucky stars, it could have been much worse.
What's that you say? You do appreciate that others have it much, much worse? Oh how good of you; can you see my sneer? A bit of a cop-out don't you think? What you mean to say is, thank God that others are worse off than you and let me remind you, God had very little to do with it!
Every day I can still hear you thinking that it's all going to get better soon. There's still a tiny part of you that thinks that one day you're going to wake up and life will be back to normal. That makes me giggle. All you're going to do is one day wake up and smell the roses and they don't smell of optimism! Anyway, who's to say you'd have learned your lesson? You'd probably pick me up again somewhere, somehow! You're stuck with me I'm pleased to say; another convert on the road to world domination and damn the scientists who've managed to keep you and the rest of the so called survivors alive this long. Oh well, never mind, I've still got Africa and Asia and don't get me going about the business potential in Russia, Eastern Europe and China. I've got enough deals going on there to keep me busy for decades to come.
You never mentioned it but back to your guilt complex; there must be enough potential there to stress you to death and all those others who are wracked with guilt over what's happened to them. I also happen to have influence over the mind you know and the longer you all live, the stronger that influence will become. Happy days! Oh wait, you're one of those who doesn't really feel guilty aren't you? You've swallowed the politically correct BS that tells you nobody was meant to die of sex and the fault is all mine! Wise up buddy; sex has killed people throughout history. Syphilis was a colleague of mine until they found the right antibiotics but he's still around. The Middle Ages right up to the 19th century were good times for him and various plague relatives but he doesn't kill so much anymore although he can still make lives miserable enough. So don't blame me buddy boy; it's like blaming the chickens for bird flu. The blame is all yours ... feeling better yet?
Remember Tony, or Steve, or his friend (the name slips my mind and apparently yours too ... shame on you)? Remember how they were in the last months? Sure you do but you prefer not to, don't you? Don't you think that if you'd been thinking of those faces and their blotchy bodies and skin and bones, you might have been able to cancel the appointment with me? How many Aids films did you cry over? How many Aids novels did you read, with bottled up horror? How many times were you told about another of my victims and felt the lump in your conscience grow bigger? So give me a god dammed break! I'm not the one to blame; the spider's raison d'être is catching the fly! I was just hanging around and you blundered with full awareness into my web. You can't even blame alcohol or drugs can you? Yeah I know you tried but ... Hello! Choices! They were all yours.
Strange eh! You've got to give me credit; I found the one human weakness that's common to just about everybody. Lust is a beauty and can always be relied on. I know, drugs needles and blood transmissions were co-conduits but I have to confess, they were more like happy accidents. I am still getting quite a few clients from those sources and by the way, I can't say I agree with free needles and junky tolerance. C'mon, the fun is in swapping and sharing them a few times!
It's the perfect sting. Humans aren't going to give up lust; it's one way to escape from the rest of their miserable lives and so long as I can use the human metro to travel from one body to another, I win every time. Oh wait, not every time! I forgot about condoms. They are irritating but luckily they're irritating for me and you both, so enough men leave them off and toss the dice ... win, win!
Another of my ace cards is that many people now think that I'm a "treatable" disease and don't take me seriously any more. You thought that didn't you? Yeah you did; just a little bit! A few pills a day to keep the virus away: you wish! I got that bit of advertising free but you all forget that suppressing me is not getting rid of me!
Anyway, within a few decades all you people from the first wave will be dead anyway, so let me talk about the youngsters. Now there's a rich source for the future. Carefree, loving sex, hating condoms and open to persuasion -- my sort of people! I almost wish I could be an extreme, right wing Republican, or an Iranian Mullah and campaign for family values again. Ha, family values, that was always a hoot! Fifty percent divorce rates sort of make a mockery of that don't they? But I digress, the youngsters are my future and they don't have the inbuilt nightmares of having seen me in action, like you guys. You're dinosaurs now; they don't believe you; can't identify with you; it never happened! Now that's how to spin a virus. Although, first-hand witnessing never stopped you did it? Feeling guilty now? Not even a tiny bit? Maybe you are a hard nut to crack! Oh wait, you took me on ... actually you were a pushover!
Oh, I see, now you're saying that you're a fatalist? Que sera, sera and all that clichéd crap. You're the type who says that if it's your time, you can't do anything about it; or if the bus hits you, you were powerless to change what happened and getting HIV and neuropathy, plus lung problems and arthritis was either predetermined or a product of life's chaos theories. Well keep thinking that pal, if it makes you feel better. However, one day, maybe your last day, you'll wake up to see the truth for what it was. It's been nice knowing you really it has but don't fool yourself: letting me into your life I took to be an invitation, not a result of fate. How does that fit in with your "positive outlook!"
With my best interests at heart,