mrginger

DEATH TAXES & DRAMA

I wish I knew this guy:


I've been dealing with some ridiculous and unwarranted aggravation lately on the part of a particular peculiar person I mistook for a friend. He has proven to be the complete opposite by designating me a target for his aggression and a cause for his personal shortcomings.
I'll be a bit more specific, but be warned, this is an account of some bullshit drama reminiscent of the pimpliest high school retardations.
Here's some music at least:


So, here's the story. I'll try to paraphrase.
My girl's friend (I'll call her "T") is a little manic. She has tremendous mood swings and its not uncommon for her to show up to a social event in tears and in need of comforting and reassurance. Though this is a huge weight on her friends' shoulders, everybody would rather T be happy, and ultimately, we like her.
T and her boyfriend (I'll call him "K") are known for their petty and constant bickering. Its a tolerable annoyance that, for the most part, the rest of us have just accepted as their own unique method of communication.
I have made an effort to be friendly towards K. Helped him get work done at home, invited him to my place to help me with some landscaping, made a verbal agreement to exchange hours of labor for hours of labor. While K was at my house I had a few beers and like guys do, we talked a bit about our laydeez. I complimented him on his patience and ability to deal with his girl and her extreme emotions. He said, "Thank You". When he left K said he'd get a hold of me the next time he needed help with anything and we shook hands. Everything seemed fine.


A week later, my girl calls me to say T and K had a fight and dude repeated what I had said to him about T being a little bit of a manic. Of course T was sobbing hysterically when she called My girl. So here I was, feeling bad about voicing the general consensus as a compliment to the guy who made his girl cry harder by insulting her with it. Shit! Of course, the first thing I do is call him. No answer. I leave a message. I say something along the lines of,
"K, dude, I never meant to insult you or your girl. I consider you both friends and have no bad intentions whatsoever towards either of you. So if I said something that offended you, or T, I apologize. We all have our problems. I do too. Occasionally somebody might say the wrong thing. I've been guilty of that before and I'll probably be guilty of it again. I hope everything is still cool and let your girl know that I consider her my friend and I like you guys. I'll be gone for a week. Let's get together when I get back. Peace"

Then I left for a week.


I get back Monday night before St. Patty's. Lots of work to do. Tuesday my girl tells me that T&K have broken up. Thursday morning my phone rings. The caller i.d. says "K". I answer.
Before I can say hello this kook is yelling into the phone all this shit about he doesn't want to exchange work with me because I'm an inebriated drunk who talks shit on other people's girlfriends and that I need to come pay him for the work he helped me with and that its totally fucked up to say somebody's girlfriend is manicky and that he'll never work with me again and all this woopity woop and blablablah.

Now I was shocked. I didn't really talk any shit in the first place. Everybody knows T is a handful. I gave the dude props for taking care of her. This wingnut's ranting about me being a drunk asshole when he's seen me intoxicated twice ever. Once at my house on a weekend with guests who were also drinking and once at a casual belated wedding reception at a bar in the east bay. Now he's breaking up with T and somehow it means I'm his enemy. This shit was bananas. I think if he was standing in front of me talking this shit things might get violent. I stayed calm though. Said I'd have no problem paying him and that I'd try to make it by later that day. Then I hung up.



I was pissed though. Shaking pissed. My teeth and fists clenched I decided the best thing to do was give him the measly peanuts he wanted for what little work he did and be glad I didn't have to wait too long to find out what a fucktard he is. I have enough friends that are like brothers and sisters to me and relatively few enemies. One less potential friend is no real loss. The world is full of potential friends.

Before I have the opportunity to drive over to this mashugana schmuck's place to pacify the angry baby I get three paragraph long texts from him talking more shit. "Whatever", I try to think, but I'm ready to fight if I have to. I get to his house when I said I would. He's not there. No one is. I text him that I'm outside with his shit. He texts back that he'll be there in 5min. I wait 15. His roommate gets home. I give him K's money and leave. Half an hour later I get a new text from K. It says,"Too bad you didn't wait. We're here now. Pretty weak, but thanks." I don't respond. I don't give a fuck. I'm over it.

Until, for the next two days I get several new text messages from this fucking piece of shit. New text messages talking more ridiculous shit about what a cheap drunk I am and how I'm a total asshole to everybody and how all these other friends of friends are also angry with me and how I have deeply insulted him. I got another text from the jerk yesterday.

What constitutes harassment? How justified am I in choking the motherfucker out the next time I see him? How many texts do I have to get before I can file charges? This asshat is just interrupting my life to antagonize me with this uncalled for crapola. What should I do about it? Ignore?


(if you read this whole thing I owe you a delicious beverage)