It has been a long time, my friend. A very long time. I have been unfaithful and have not kept up my end of the bargain here. I have been putting my pen to paper elsewhere, so to speak. Ah, such is life.
Such is life, indeed. I'm usually a really good judge of character. Almost always spot-on. I knew right from the get-go what I was dealing with. Yeah, I ended that sentence with a preposition. Mark my paper in red and give me the "F", already.
Back on track...
I knew what I was dealing with, and yet I didn't care. I have had several versions of "This" in my life, so I was accustomed to dealing with "This" and the crazy-ass antics. Usually their crap just rolls off my back while I roll my eyes behind theirs. If someone is worth it I will call them on their shit. Whether or not they hear it is another matter. "This" hears what they want to hear and disregards the rest.
I'm not a screamer or a hounder or a badgerer (are those even words?). I won't yell and say, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You are so messed up and wrong, just wrong!" Having spent years working in one social service field or another I'm more of the, "Yeah, I understand you really feel that way and you believe that is what happened. Sounds like that really hurt. No one likes to be told to "go to hell" then have the phone slammed shut on them. By the way, when you told him that his kids were a passel of ugly snot-nosed brats and that you wished they would get run over by a Mack truck, is it even remotely possible that he could have been hurt and upset by those comments, that's why he told you to go to hell then hung up?" Then I wait for the response. If the response is, "Are you kidding me? After all I did for him and his kids? His kids ARE ugly and they would be better off dead! He hung up on me! HUNG UP ON ME!" Then I do as I was taught: smile, back away, and move on. If the response is, "Damn. I didn't even think of that. I'm still really pissed, though.", then I know there might be some hope.
Most cases turn out to be hopeful. Most.
here lies a collection of my random thoughts, ideas, fears, hopes, dreams, experiences, memories. read at your own risk.
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Oh, and I forgot to mention that this post is about a very mean man. I could roll with his craziness until he emotionally hurt his little girl. So, if you thought it was about YOU, it wasn't. Unless the shoe fits, then it was.
If that's who I think it's about I never want to meet the man. He sounds like a really terrible human being.
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