Diary of an Oxygen Thief (Oxygen Thief Diaries)

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Say Holden Caulfield was an alcoholic advertising executive and Lolita was a photographer's assistant and somehow they met in Bright Lights Big City. He's blinded by love; she by ambition. Purporting to be an autobiography, this book is honest, hilarious and heartrending, but above all a very real account of what we do to each other and what we allow to have done to us. -- urn:lcp:diaryofoxygenthi0000unse:epub:666804e4-8874-4a30-808e-75ade5877c49 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier diaryofoxygenthi0000unse Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t0nt3847k Invoice 1652 Isbn 9781501157851

I never looked like a drunk, I just was one, and anyway in those days advertising was a far more boozy affair than it is today. Because I was freelance, I could be my own man, so to speak, and I would keep myself busy by ensuring I had dates lined up. None of the girls were supposed to know this. The idea was to have an impressive queue so that when one girl neared maturity-usually after about three or four dates with some phone calls in between-another would be introduced. Then as one went onto the scrap heap, a new one would take her place. Nothing unusual about my method, everyone did it. But I enjoyed it so much. Not the sex or even the conquest, but the causing of pain. PDF / EPUB File Name: The_diary_of_an_oxygen_thief_-_Anonymous.pdf, The_diary_of_an_oxygen_thief_-_Anonymous.epub

When I found out this book was a fictionalised memoir, I didn't know whether I should feel excitement or disappointment. Penelope Arlington. I'd been going out with her for four and a half years. Long time. She'd been nice to me. Nicer to me than any other girl had ever been. When I spoke, she turned her head toward me and seemed to abandon herself to the meaning of my words. I liked that. It was only much later that I found out she was terrible in bed. At the time I thought she was wanton. She wasn't. But she's the one I regret hurting the most. Why? Because she didn't deserve it. Not that the others did, but she wouldn't have left me if I hadn't ripped her apart. And I needed her to leave me because she was getting in the way of my drinking.

Hang on. What else? Oh yeah. Here’s what I look like when I’m pretending you are even slightly witty just so I can get laid later on.” Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.” killed a few of them. Their souls, I mean. It was their souls I was after. I know I came close a couple of times. But don't worry, I got my comeuppance. That's why I'm telling you this. Justice was done. Balance has been restored. The same thing happened to me, only worse. Worse because it happened to me. I feel purged now, you see. Cleansed. I've been punished, so it's okay to talk about it all. At least that's how it seems to me. I carried the guilt of my crimes around with me for years after I stopped drinking. I couldn't even look at a girl, much less believe I deserved to converse with one. Or maybe I was just afraid that they'd see through me. Either way, after getting into Alcoholics Anonymous, I didn't even kiss a girl for five years. Seriously. Not so much as holding hands.Here’s the thing: I don’t normally review or rate the books I dislike. I don’t like bashing them. Especially if the author is still alive. This one, however, is an exception. You may wonder why and I’d tell you because this book pissed me off. Like. Really. Pissed me off. I gazed at her lovingly, but respectfully, the way I had done so many times and meant it. I even meant it then but only because I wanted it to be convincing. Narcissist. The anti-hero is extremely paranoid. To the point where he thinks everyone is out to get him. He imagines the world revolves around him. The book is very pretentiously written in a way that makes the reader question their own view on life and other people. The narrator is quite pessimistic in some ways and by reading the book he often tries to explain his way of thinking. The book is written like some form of story or letter directed towards the reader. It feels like having a conversation with the narrator and sort of being his "best buddy". Anyways the book is quite comedic sometimes but can also be a bit cruel in some parts. I have to admit the story was so convincing that I had to google t up if it was pure fiction or really an autobiography of some sort.

was always able to get money. Even in art school, I got a grant because my dad had just retired and I suddenly became eligible. And after that I got job after job without too much trouble. Find out his hobbies before dumping him. He may be useful as a friend. Get good at chess; there is nothing more humiliating for a man than to be beaten intellectually by a beautiful woman. You'll be able to cause him physical pain. If he doesn't let you know how he's feeling, call him late. Wake him up. It's hard for him to hide his feelings when he's in love with you and you're speaking softly to him in bed, even if it is only on the phone.” I came across the very first lines of the novel by accident and it immediately caught my attention:Working at the local processing plant, Marcos is in the business of slaughtering humans —though no one calls them that anymore. The word is paranoid. Another word is self-centered. I don't like that one as much, though. Doesn't sound medical enough.