My girlfriend and I had been dating for a little over a year when I started to grow uneasy in the relationship. I didn’t like that she was going out with her friends for hours at a time, several nights a week. I knew I had to put a stop to this. Under the guise of doing this for my mental health, I asked my girlfriend if she would be willing to get a microchip so we could track each other. I told her it would give me peace of mind and put to rest my overly anxious thoughts. She hesitantly agreed, and within a week I scheduled an appointment with a body hacking expert to get the microchips installed.
We both chose to have the microchips inserted into our right wrists, which in retrospect was not a great idea. Reader, if you consider also getting a microchip I recommend from experience that you have one inserted into your non-dominant hand. We now have matching scars and a small pea-sized bump, and we decided to get a tattoo to help cover it up. It’s a little uncomfortable now when I type on a keyboard since the weight of my entire arm rests on the microchip, but this minor discomfort is a worthwhile tradeoff for the comfort of knowing at all times that my girlfriend isn’t out sneaking around doing things she’s not supposed to.
It’s been a month since we’ve had the microchips inserted, and I really enjoy knowing where she is at all times. One time she said she was leaving work. We had leftover sweet and sour haddock soup, and I asked her if she wanted me to heat up a bowl for her in the microwave. She responded, “That’s alright babe, I had a late lunch so I don’t think I’m going to be hungry tonight.”
Well I whip out the tracking app on my phone and lo and behold not even 5 minutes later she spends 20 minutes at a Chipotle, likely eating some abysmal creation. And this is how she behaves with a microchip embedded in her tracking her every move. Imagine her behavior if she didn’t have one continuously providing her location to me.
I immediately confronted her about this when she got home. She responded that she was next door in the beauty store. She did happen to have an Ultra Beauty plastic bag, but I knew that was her trying to throw me off. Maybe others are easily deceived, but not me.
Right then and there I called off the relationship. To quote a Dhar Mann video: “Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.” She broke my trust in seconds, but I wasn’t going to spend forever repairing it with her. She pleaded with me again that she really did only go into the beauty store, but I left her standing in the kitchen and walked outside. If she wants to talk, she knows how to find me – my microchip.
