Until Mark Manson Faces Himself, He Is A Danger to Society

Last night I had another dream about Mark Manson. These dreams about Mark Manson have been increasing recently. I used to have one every several months, now they are several times a week. Every dream I have about Mark Manson is a little different. Sometimes we are happily back together and I feel so much joy. I’ve even had dreams that felt absolutely real where we were kissing passionately and having sex again like we did in Los Angeles. I very rarely have dreams about sex so that feels very strange.

In this dream last night, I’m not sure Mark Manson was actually there. We were going to jump off a very high cliff, together, into deep water below. It was a scary leap but one we had done many, many times. We trusted each other completely.

Then it came time to jump. And one of us hesitated. He felt it soon enough that it messed up his jump, but not soon enough to stop from hurling himself over the cliff.

And then I got it. My dream was a weird re-watching of what happened to Mark Manson’s friend years ago. The one who died jumping off a cliff into the water. Sometimes I wonder whether Mark Manson has been running from death every since … and whether that is why he runs from me … Real union and death are the same thing to the ego, after all .

Jumping off the cliff was a metaphor for where Mark Manson and I were five years ago. It was time for us to take that leap of faith and jump off the cliff together. And then Mark Manson got cold feet. We already had a whole life together planned. He pulled back abruptly, got defensive, and started making excuses. I felt the hesitation and fear. But it was too late for me to pull back. I had already committed to the jump. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what this is all about …

You can call me crazy if you like. You can call me a stalker. You can write nasty articles as some people have done who have never met me. You can go along with Mark Manson blacklisting me when you don’t know anything about what really happened. And I’m telling you … if you were the person who got screwed on top of the cliff, you would be upset too.