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Skriven 2009-08-25 20:35:00 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
Ärende: beating a sick horse 80
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Okay, this is hugely off topic, but I'll spend one message detailing
this phenomenon, which is interesting in its odd way, and then we can
put it to rest. Cliff's Notes version. Bill knows she's a psycho, but
he also knows that if he puts her out on the street, she will become
worse. If he puts me out on the street, I have the means to stay with
the Sacs, the Shipps, the Levines, the Eatons, the Schreibers, several
ex-girlfriends, my brother (ugh), various other people who find my
personality, music, or cooking amusing, United Airlines, or the Marriott.
I have a fair amount of resources. She does not, though it seems clear
from her behavior that that's largely her fault.

Details of her accusatory confrontation with me two nights ago.

1. We were drinking to excess and smoking marijuana.

Answer. No. Luckily I have had little contact with marijuana of late.
I suspect many of you don't have any idea of what it tastes like. If
necessary I will suggest hair samples. Anticipated results: Mine:
one small band consistent with being in the same room with the stuff
(of course - a couple weeks before, Nancy invited me into her place,
and I was careful to stay in the entryway only; she lit up a joint
and encouraged me to partake. I demurred, but when she questioned my
manhood (odd - THC decreases one's sex drive) I took a couple tokes,
whereupon she laughed at me for not inhaling). Hers: who knows, but
I shudder to think. In retrospect: never again.

2. I forced her to drink beer.

Those present: did I force anything? "Come on in and have a beer" I
figure is about the most I would ever do. In retrospect: never again.
Oh, by the way. When I left town, there was at least half a case of
beer, 3 root beers, and 6 or 7 bottles of wine in the downstairs
fridge. When I came back, no beer, 3 root beers, 4 bottles of wine.
I really wanted a beer and got pretty upset. And further did not buy
a hundred bucks' of booze to feed someone I don't like. I settled for
a root beer.

3. I exposed myself to her.

My timing failure and mostly false. At the end of July, during one
of the very hottest days, I was buck naked doing some work in the
front office (which she doesn't supposedly have access to). As you
know, there is no air conditioning in this place. The door was open.
At some point I had to go upstairs to go to the bathroom. As I was
going up the stairs, I heard her back door. I scooted up as fast as
I could and said "it's only me." There is no way she could have seen
anything unless she had been watching, which gives credence to one
speculation below. In retrospect: never again.

4. We (the echo folks) had a lengthy homophobic discussion.

No. I think when Burt asked who the picture in the bathroom was
I explained the relation of Paul and Bill, without moral judgment.
That's all. She accused us of running down another guy, a third
person whom none of you has ever heard of ... the kicker is that
that guy's picture was once in the bathroom (hence the accusation)
but hasn't been for nearly a year, but she doesn't know that. I
find this proof positive, which neither Bill nor anyone else could
deny. Anyhow, I think we treated her with restraint. I know I for
one wanted to throw her out the window but didn't.

5. She admitted in front of us that she was gay, and we treated
her as homophobes do.

I don't know if in her monologue she said anything about being gay,
because, frankly, I wasn't listening. I mentioned this accusation
to one of my gay friends, who nearly bust a gut laughing. I presume
that none of the rest of you worry much about homosexuality. We all
may have private moral issues, but I don't think we make a big
thing of it.

6. "You threw Sherry across the room. Don't deny it, I saw it.
Uncle Bill does that all the time. I hate it."

During the infamous sandwich incident, which Burt inadvertently
facilitated, the cat Chevy (not Sherry - it took me quite a while
to figure out what she was talking about, as I would never disrespect
good alcohol in this way) tried to steal some pastrami. I scooped him
up and dropped him on the floor. No damage, guaranteed. Funny thing:
when I got back here, Chevy was prominent on the table, which I
forbid when I have anything to say about it. Bill said, ominously,
Chevy is welcome on this table, but if he steals anything off my
plate, off he goes. When seeing me, Chevy rolled over so I could
scratch his tummy. Now I think that this was set up as a test: if
Chevy had looked at me with terror and run for the hills, that would
indicate that Nancy might have been telling the truth, what a
ridiculous idea.

7. I shouted threats at her and had my hands in a fist, pounding
it on the table, and she was afraid that I would punch her.

Total lie. When she found cherry tomatoes unstuffed with olives,
she said that the person who made them was a bitch. I did in fact
go unhinged and in a menacing low Peter Lorre voice told her that
if she ever called a friend of mine a bitch again, I would tear her
head off. Which I would, and be proud of it. I think that it is
perhaps good that I take a vac from this place. Unfortunately, the
#1 woman I am dating is a very good friend of Bill's, and we often
meet here; on hearing the saga she put forth the hypothesis that
Nancy is trying to get back at us because she wants either her (gag)
or me (double gag) for herself. As far as pounding my fist on the
table goes, my hand is my livelihood; not a chance.

8. She accused me of not having any morals and being evil.

Though I have a fairly loose moral code, mostly regarding the
behavior of others, I think I am not evil. I believe, though,
that she has no morals and may be evil; but as Burt opines, the
best defense is a good offense. I am wondering if she is trying
to get me to kill her (another thing she said in the diatribe is
"I want to die") and save her the trouble.

Thank you all for attending a session of Peyton Place and Jerry
Springer and Rush Limbaugh all at once. Collection baskets are
out by the exit.
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 JW> A real psychopath!

Yeah, this becomes clearer by the minute.

 DS> You'd think that Bill would have been observant enough that he'd know
 DS> not to trust anything she says.  Many of us made that observation
 DS> after only 30 minutes of exposure to her.

See above, although Bill told me that "whatever you say about her, she
doesn't lie." I said, "she does now." He talked to her again. I think
he has learned. If not, shame on him. If this escalates, I might just
take Dale up on his suggestion for moral reasons, if not to get anything
out of it.

 DS> Stick up for your rights.  Threaten her with a law suit for slander.

I'd have as much luck suing Khadaffy!

=
 DD> Keep in mind that you can probably get her knee-capped for fifty
 DD> bucks. But, they don't pay frequent flyer miles.    Bv)=

Cruel boy. I could have her neutralized temporarily or permanently. I
believe this might be illegal, though no jury would ever convict me.
The point though would be to make her realize that her potty mouth
and potty behavior have consequences, and it's likely that these
have gotten her into the state of friendlessness that she is in now.

=
 BF> Michael I am so sorry that hosting such an enjoyable, innocent family
 BF> party has caused you misery and pain.  Worst of all the loss of a good
 BF> friend.  Nothing happened as she claims and yet you are in danger of
 BF> loosing a friend!   That's disprovable of her!

Worse, I am in danger of losing a job! Bill became a friend by
circumstances that arose from my being (in the words of someone
else about someone else) "the best musician in the area ...
[pregnant pause] ... in his price range." But I am in my price
range largely because the promoters, conductors, music directors,
or corporate sponsors put me up. If I can't stay at Bill's owing to
the poisoned atmosphere, I won't be able to afford to do his gigs.

 BF> I wish there were something I could do to assure your friend Bill that
 BF> his home was not sullied in any way shape or form!  But alas, our word
 BF> is tainted by her nasty, preemptive strike.  Isn't he aware of her
 BF> proclivities?

To some degree, see above. I figured that her rampage in my absence
was motivated by the fear that he would get wise (which I think he
sort of is) and throw her out (which I think he won't do, see above).
When I told Bill that I'd like the right to confront my accuser, he
sort of chuckled. Yeah, I think he's figured it out, but he can toss
me out with good conscience, but if he tossed her out, that would be
further damaging an already damaged infantile thing.

 BF> I think her drunken monologue in the kitchen was the reason all this
 BF> happened.  I'm sure that when she left she waited at the foot of the
 BF> stairs, after slamming a door, to hear if anything was said about her.
 BF> She was drunk enough to 'hear' anything she wanted to hear.  I heard a
 BF> door quietly close again after a few minutes.

You will notice that while the echo was making (justified and actually
fairly mild) embarrassed comments about her, I was making mollifying
ones. In fact, later she tried to butter me up in her sick way, and
only when it became clear that I was standing by my friends (and not
coincidentally, the truth), that she got really, really nasty.

 BF> She was either drunk or stoned Sunday night when we stopped by to pick
 BF> up my hat and Dale's salad he gave Shirley.   I confess I can't tell
 BF> the difference.   

Both. "I've been drinking and smoking since 8:30," she said. Burt
might have heard this - I'm not sure when she said this, although she
did so several times. Later she accused me of saying these very words!

 BF> Again, what a shame for you, just for hosting a picnic for a bunch of
 BF> squares.   No good turn goes unpunished!  

I like my squares. But, as you say, no good turn goes unpunished. I
found that out with Jackie, who, sadly, has some of the traits of this
woman, though is not I believe evil in any way. I have this feeling
that childhood abuse has some amazing long-term effects.

--

You know, the question sometimes arises, why is it you who always
get into these situations? As far as I can tell, the answer lies in
the fact that I am willing to take risks with people - I might get
ten Patricks or Nancys, but there might be one or two who realize
that there is an alternative life to the one of rage and deception.
I don't have kids or a settled life, so I can afford to do this
once in a while.
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