Fem Time Vampire Diary.

One evening recently I was standing along the road leading to my home when there passed a 19-year-old chic who is my neighbor, but not my sister or daughter.

It was already dark. The day was done. I was enjoying music and quietly watching people walk by. Honestly, I was in a meditative state. Dinner was done, I was full, and all that was left was maybe a phone call or a movie before sleep.

She came closer and slowed down, like she was open to talk.

“Hey,” I said.

“Heey…” she replied.

The natural thing was to reach out and grab her hand. She moved in closer, her bosom and crotch pressed lightly against my chest and abs as we talked. The hug went a little longer while I whispered some words into her ear that made her tilt her head back and spin it slowly, like something had tickled her inside.

“Where are you coming from?” I asked.

She pointed up the road leading to the highway.

“And you? What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. Just watching ass,” I lied.

“Watch ass? Really?”

We stopped hugging but stayed standing close. A motorbike was approaching with its headlight lighting up the road. She stepped back slightly, maybe not wanting to be seen so close to me. I figured the rider and a few people walking behind him might have been our neighbors.

A moment later, after the bike passed and the light faded, she started walking down the road. We kept exchanging jokes as she moved farther from me. Our voices were slightly louder now, carried by the night.

Then she shouted that instead of standing there watching ass, I should go do something constructive.

Her voice was loud enough that everyone in the area probably heard.

“Something constructive?” I replied, just as loud. Then I said I had been constructing all day, and this was my time to relax.

She repeated it again. That I should go do something constructive.

That was when I realized I was wasting time arguing with a girl who wasn’t even that interesting. Look at me now. Raising my voice, letting her take my energy, while she shouted at me about how watching ass wasn’t productive. And yet the truth is, I wasn’t even really watching asses. I was meditating.

But she’s sweet. Such a sweet girl. And I don’t blame her. I blame myself for letting her stop when I said hey. That part is all on me. Because if I hadn’t reached for her hand and pulled her in, I would have stayed in my peace. Alone, letting time dissolve into eternity.

So what’s the point of this story?

The world is full of professionals at sucking your time if you let them.

From the moment you allow someone to start a small conversation with you, you have given them permission to bring the noise from their mind into your space. That’s how your peace gets eaten. My favorite internet marketer, Mr NAME HIDDEN, calls such people time vampires.

Take my case. I was feeling good, mind calm, energy clean. Then she walked by and I pulled her in. Where did we end up? My time wasted. My voice raised. My vibe gone. When I could have just stayed still, in my own space, in my meditative zone.

Time vampires can seem important. Some may even feel special. But they are never on your level. They will say things that are pointless and add nothing good to the moment. And if you give them room, the loss is on you.

In my case…

She doesn’t write every day like I do.
She doesn’t spend her evenings in silence like I do.
She doesn’t take long afternoon walks like I do.
She knows nothing about digital opportunities. She just left a local girls high school the other year.

You might say it was serendipity. That I couldn’t avoid the moment. Maybe that’s true. But it happened, and I take the blame.

That is why I say time vampires are a real enemy to your peace and development. These little side chats, this kind of small talk, it replaces your precious, quiet, creative time.

To wrap it up, stay away from time vampires. And if you meet one unknowingly, you’re better off reflecting on the moment later so it doesn’t feel like a total waste. Like I just did in this email. What time vampires did you ever encounter?

THE END.

Nick

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