There’s Something Worse In The Water

“When heard someone’s boasting, I could smell shit of bull from afar.” ~ Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

So the neighbor situation hasn’t improved. I’ve not been able to discuss with them the fact that them talking to the working attendant is not a smart thing.

I also just realized that the attendant who is talking to me about the neighbors is also at fault.

So it is up to me to at least set the attendant straight about what she talks about in my home. And that has to stop with the gossiping and talking about the neighbor.

Nonetheless, we’ve come to a close with regards to dealing with the neighbor. At least on a social level.

As was the habit, I returned to the neighbor’s home to watch NCIS. But the greeting when I showed up was less than cordial. I mean, it wasn’t even close to being friendly. The wife saw me, got up from the chair and called for her husband, announcing my arrival. It was he that got to the door and invited me in.

And then hell would break loose that I would not think clearly when I should have just up and left the home.

During the commercial breaks, I was accosted by the wife for everything and anything under the sun. The first commercial break I was accused of giving her “the finger”- 1960’s & 70’s style– with the crossing of the forearms this last Friday during the farewell party of the social services coordinator.

As much as I must admit of doing the gesture, I did NOT point it or aim it or intend for it to be AT her. But, she swears up and down I gave her the finger. And so I said softly “I’m sorry if you feel that way. But I did nothing wrong because I didn’t do anything to you.” It was juuuuuuuuuuust enough apology to smooth that wrinkle out before the program resumed on television. But it was hardly the personal apology she wanted and believes that she got.

All in all she was offended by the arm gesture. Basically that was all it boiled down to.

The second commercial break, I was accosted and accused again. This time of “being/acting like a shit.” Whatever the hell that means! 

Accosting number two, I was not given any moment of peace or any time to defend myself or explain my behavior to her. It was all 100% my fault. And she wasn’t liking it.

But wait. She was totally offended by the gesture that I made on Friday afternoon, but she’s not offended by her own foul-mouthed profanity and calling me names? What in the world is that??

So yeah she wasn’t liking my behavior as of lately. Too bad. When people are going through tough times, particularly when a lot of it is mental and emotional, they aren’t going to act the way that you want them to.

Third commercial break I was told the tale of a different neighbor who had come to visit her this past Sunday and she had nothing but vicious and attacking words about me behind my back. Even though she (and her husband both) were discussing the situation they refused to tell me what exactly was said because this different neighbor prefaced her speech with “don’t share this with any one.”

Last commercial break was her to strongly encourage me to go talk to this neighbor who was talking shit behind my back. And made the suggestion that I kick her ass. Then report back.

Ummm… do we have to go back and ask the question about the profanity again? Or can I just imply it at that point.

Those who have heard me tell this story in person have said that they would have left after being accused of acting like a shit. But I didn’t think that I would be able to escape to be honest. At least not before someone else had something more to say. Yet I didn’t think to leave in the first place.

So that was Tuesday night. Wednesday afternoon I saw the woman that apparently had been blabbering about me and I asked her if she needed to talk to me. I never was cruel with her. I never yelled at her. I never pointed any finger. And I never called her names. I simply asked if she had anything on her mind that she needed to say to me.

And she did. She confronted me with an issue that she was genuinely concerned about. The problem was that she had already gone over to the neighbor’s home and gossiped about it there rather than coming to me instead. That was her only mistake.

But she never jumped down my throat like the first original woman.

The one that I confronted and I both learned that the woman that I had been keeping company week after week after week, to enjoy something on television with company…. is probably one of the WORST people on the planet. And that she should not be  trusted with any kind of information or news. 

I have a feeling that she’s going to go back to the queen of gossip and they are gonna have it out with one another.

So we’ve reached the end of the road for the gossiping neighbor. I still have to deal with the attendant and her eagerness to run her mouth. But at least I’m not going to put up any more with the neighbor.

And besides, all of those times that I’ve come on to this blog and complained about her  tendencies to gossip and the food that gets prepared in their home that eventually causes some kind of digestive distress from within…. I’m not missing out on anything.

Moving on!!

Dancing Into War

“The tongue like a sharp knife… Kills without drawing blood.”~Buddha

A lot of people have been testing my patience as of late. And sadly for the rest of us, it does a number on my head and it does lead to fallout of some sort.

Most recently with this rumor extravaganza that I endured, until I had the strength and the smarts to investigate the roots of these rumors and find out where they were being bred.

I had to do so, because it had caused me a great deal of pain and I ended up losing quite a bit of sleep over it.

Sadly, I would come to find out that not all of the information was rumors and that a number of pieces of information were actually true. But a majority of what was spoken to me was false. And as I confronted that which was true, I had actually received a personal apology, and the rest was just lies.

And after countless people that had been involved with these rumors that I went to them personally to find out what was going on, I was able to decipher on my own which was real and which was not.

The most common rumor that was being spoken was that there’s a huge circle of people that know me on Facebook, and that they do not like me. But they just “put up” with me. And when specific names were dropped, I went to them and asked. Most of them getting very upset and angry that these words were even spoken and it did not represent how they felt about me at all.

Most of them had a desire to kill the person responsible for those words. And I think that was just a natural reaction to the situation.

All of them were super pissed off. All but one. That one did get defensive but did not show the signs of the outrage that others immediately fell into.

After gaining “the other side of the story” I went back to the original tale tellers and told them that I wanted to speak to them again about the situation that they created. Little did they know that it was a trap. And little did “I KNOW” how things were going to turn out.

They had changed their name on Facebook, but their photos were the same, their information was the same. The only thing different was their name. Almost too easy to relocate them again.

I was able to convince the main person responsible for all of this to actually talk to me over the telephone to discuss the situation and to see what other kinds of information that they might have on colleagues or acquaintances of mine.

Once I got them talking on the telephone, they started to drop names again. The same ones. And more stories and tales about them. But I had stopped them in mid-sentence and warned that I had already spoken to those people and right now…. they were pissed off that these words were spoken about them.

If what they were telling me was so in-depth and true… why would there be such an outrage??

After a few minutes though, I began to listen to their tone and quality of voice. And it didn’t seem all that right to me.

So I asked how old they were.

14 years of age.

That young and already knowing so much dirt about people and creating even more bullshit to compile onto it. Knowing so much already about people, getting others to earn their trust and let them speak personally… only to have it backfire and their words twisted around and their trust shattered, by someone so young.

I finally had the upper hand and had them admit that they had lied to me to begin with. However, they were most adamant about NOT lying about one particular individual and kept up with their stance on them. And it just so happens to be the one person who didn’t show emotions of rage like the others. And I wonder if there is any validity to it at all.

The person that they were talking about kept denying things, saying things were untrue. But they weren’t so upset that they were wanting to kill those responsible for the vicious lies. Defensive for sure, but not wildly emotional.

It just really makes me wonder.

People hide behind their Internet connections every day. And in this case, the teenager thought that they were going to be able to hide behind their keyboard and be safe. I proved them to be wrong. And now their Facebook accounts are disabled, with a promise never to come back. Coming from a teenager, I don’t believe that. What I think though is that they’ll start over and try something new.

I don’t know if this child did it for attention, or just simply to start shit with me and other people, or just started it to get a reaction. I honestly don’t know why it was started. But you better believe that I had finished it, for sure.

I am still the kind of person that will stand up and fight for those I care about. And this was obviously made clear today.

A Thanksgiving Only For One: Flying The Enemy Skies

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”~ Douglas Adams

So I received this just in the nickname of time from LISAFAYECHARDONNAY.

This should have you crying and in stitches. But you have to read the entire article.

Enjoy:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/29/annoying-airplane-passenger_n_4360667.html

Bad Uncle

“If you live a life of make-believe, your life isn’t worth anything until you do something that does challenge your reality. And to me, sailing the open ocean is a real challenge, because it’s life or death.”~ Morgan Freeman

Even I believe that this story is too good and too funny to pass up to pass around. 

My sister had come by with her children. My nephew and niece. My nephew had noticed that no lights were on in my home. The sun was shining and still sufficient natural light was there, so I didn’t feel the need to use the electricity.

My nephew wanted to know why it was so dark. And his mother literally looked him in the eye, and said that I was a vampire.

I looked up and saw that she had said it with a straight face. She was a wall of all sincerity explaining to her child why the lights were out.

My nephew actually fell for it, it had seemed. But I was so intrigued that my sister said it without cracking up and laughing.

Later on, I would be told that my nephew said to his mother that he did NOT really think that I was a vampire.

Darn!!!!! I wanted to see how long that I could make that one go.

It’s interesting how parents throughout generations have said certain things existed just to get their children to behave. The monster of the bed, the thing in the closet, and the threats of misbehaving children to be taken away by demons and devils forever.

But then we also have things like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Some of the things we are told as children are told to put the fear into us, so that we would end up being good children. At least children that will do what our parents want.

The other side of it, we’re told as children that our good behavior will be rewarded.

As adults, we don’t really have that kind of thing that will curb our behavior. We’re not exactly rewarded for doing good things in our lives. But then again, we’re not threatened by evil for when we do bad things.

Maybe we should come up with something?? A huge group of people from all nations should combine their children’s myths to tie it into adulthood and for those able to talk about it with a straight face, let these adults know that there’s rewards for good behavior and punishment for bad behavior.

Nonetheless, I think that I could have curbed my nephew’s behavior… had he still believed that I was in fact, a vampire!!!