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Sunday, April 19, 2009

more reasons not to like that "friend"

Allow me to start this post with the following statement...sometimes I really feel like I'm still back in high school with the horse shit that I have to deal with.

Last week "that friend" called me a few times. The first time, she called and I let it go to voicemail. She asked if she had the right baseball field where our kids were supposed to practice that afternoon and to only return the call if they were having practice elsewhere. She had the right field and I didn't return the call.

The next day, she called and I chose to let it go to voicemail again. She claimed she was calling to say 'hi' and to see how I was but after the first time she called, it dawned on me that a good bit of the time that she calls me it's to ask me something about baseball. If she would ever check her Email, in which the coach messages us at least once a day, she wouldn't have to call me about it but that's a whole other story. Anyway, because I had this revelation, I chose not to return her call. And also because I was going to see her two hours later for a baseball game.

The first thing out of her mouth when she saw me that afternoon was not "Hi, how are you?" but "I've been trying to call you." as if I shouldn't be hesitating to answer her calls. I told her I received her messages but I figured since we were going to see each other, I would just talk to her at the field. I ask y'all, is there anything wrong with that or do I need to be talking to her as I'm driving up to the baseball field and parking right next to her?! I guess that didn't sit well with her because instead of sitting next to me, she sat at the opposite end of the bleachers. Yeah, okay, whatever, I'm not at your beck and call, sister! I can't be bothered with someone being offended by something like that. I've got my own life with my own shit to deal with, if I stopped to answer every single fucking call that came in, I would never get anything done. Some people just really need to get over themselves.

At some point during the game, she complained that she was cold from the breeze. It was 75 degrees out, people. The breeze was warm and lovely and she was wearing heavy jeans with a long-sleeved shirt. I guess I shouldn't expect everyone to be warm-blooded. Anyway, she parked her car across the field so she would still have direct view of the game and where she could stay out of the frigid weather. *snicker* She called me periodically throughout the game to find out the inning and the score and during one of those conversations, we got onto the topic of how she wanted to take walks with me in the morning after we dropped the kids off at school. Cool, I'm always up for exercise and friendly conversation. She lives in a fabulous house on a very nice street but outside this little community near where our kids' school is located, is predominately lower class families and she refers to this area as 'the hood'. Not very nice but that's not the point. The point is, she's afraid to take walks in her own neighborhood by herself and the gal she usually walks with hasn't been interested in taking walks for the past few months. I mentioned since I'm already in the neighborhood at that time of day and that's the best time of day for me to walk, that I would walk with her since I enjoy the exercise as well. Suddenly, it was all on her terms. Suddenly, she had to do this, that and the other thing in the morning and the best time for her to walk was in the afternoon right before we picked up our kids from school.

Listen up, you fucking bitch! I just offered to walk with you because you're petrified to do it alone. I told you when I could do it and it wasn't up for debate, so if you want me to keep you company so that you're not frightened of your own fucking neighbors, you'll walk when I can walk! I'm doing you a fucking favor, fuck-ryingoutloud!

Rrrrrrrrr.

Anyway, back to the story...

I was sitting here today waiting for my kids to return home from their dad's, and the evil demon-child from across the street rang the bell. I expected him to ring my bell 'til it was broken because that's usually what he does just because he gets extreme pleasure out of watching our dog go into a Cujo-frenzy, barking 'til he's horse. He gets sick pleasure out of torturing our dog. Can you say "future serial killer"?!

In any case, whenever I'm home alone, I don't answer the door for anyone, especially that child. I do not care for him one bit. There are many reasons behind this but I will only mention one of them since it pertains to "that friend".

A month or so ago, we saw the demon-child's mother at the same baseball field that our kids were practicing at. I asked "that friend" who used to live in this subdivision and who is friendly with the child's mother (if y'all recall, this is the only person whom "that friend" would move back to this subdivision for) what she thought about the demon-child. She paused for awhile to search for the right words so I knew she felt the same about him as I. I told her some of the things that he's done and she seemed equally annoyed with him.

Let me stop there for a minute to tell you a little bit about myself. If someone confides in me for any reason, I will always hold that confidence. I am a very trustworthy person and unless you tell me it's okay to mention something to others, I do not say a word. Ever.

So the demon-child came to my house this afternoon and rang the bell. I thought it was my kids coming home the way the dog was barking and all, but it was that evil thing and I luckily retreated back here to my desk without being seen. I waited and waited, expecting the incessant bell-ringing to commence. It did not. About ten minutes later it dawned on me..."that fucking cunt friend" told his mother what I said about her child!!!

Now I know what some of you are saying, "Before you accuse anyone, are you sure that she told the mother?" and I can honestly say without going over there and asking the demon-child's mother myself, I am 100% sure she told her. I mean seriously folks, why else would this kid just suddenly change his ways when he gets so much pleasure out of watching my dog go nuts? There's really no other explanation. I [unfortunately] know how this kid's mind works.

For all those out there who are reluctant to believe how positive I am that "that friend" told my neighbor, here's proof...there have been times before where I've discussed personal things about the person who shall not be mentioned here with "that friend" only for her to tell me that she was going to talk to him about what I had spoken about just to try to help resolve things between us even after I told her not to say anything. I'm pretty sure she never opened up her mouth because the person who shall not be mentioned here is not afraid to give me an earful if he's heard or seen something I've done that has anything to do with him but even so, I can fight my own battles, thankyouverymuch!! If I wanted to resolve anything with him, I would do it myself not through some third party who clearly doesn't know her asshole from her elbow.

This is my fucking neighbor! She lives directly across the street from me and I see her every day. Do you know how this makes me look and feel?!

I'll conclude this post with one question: how fucking more uncool can one person be?

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8 Comments:

Blogger Attila The Mom said...

75 degrees? I hate you. We got 2 feet of snow yesterday, I kid you not. LOL

Well, at least look at the bright side. The little shit won't be incessantly ringing your doorbell any more. LOL

April 19, 2009 at 6:59 PM  
Blogger Koolio said...

Mom, it's been a weird spring. We're actually having a spring this year, lol. Usually it's a few spring-like days in March and then straight into high temps and humidity. I'm actually kinda' thankful that there's the occasional cool day here and there and by 'cool' I don't mean 75 degrees! I'm very thankful for those days too!

As for 'the little shit' as you so appropriately put it, I'm not counting my lucky stars just yet. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well today, lol. Tomorrow could be a different story!

April 19, 2009 at 7:17 PM  
Blogger Charlie said...

She called me periodically throughout the game to find out the inning and the score...Ya know, I've been to a gazillion baseball games in my life and have never seen one without a socreboard—even if it was a chalkboard and chalk.

Verdict: She is guilty of being one of the stupidest people on earth.

It's unfortunate, however, knowing how unpredictable she is, that you used the term demon-child. Little shithead may have been somewhat less offensive...

April 19, 2009 at 7:20 PM  
Blogger Koolio said...

Charlie, in all fairness to "the friend", I can only recall one game where those in charge of keeping score actually used it. Plus, the only way to watch the game from one's car is to park in a lot that is on the same side as the scoreboard so she wouldn't have been able to see if it was being used.

And who knows what exactly she told my neighbor?! Hopefully she has an ounce of intelligence that she used his name and not a name! I've seen my neighbor and she's still speaking to me so...

April 19, 2009 at 7:30 PM  
Blogger j said...

Some people just suck at life.

April 19, 2009 at 8:27 PM  
Blogger Bird Shit and Baby Caca said...

I don't know how you deal w/ the "friend". I have no patience for people like her!

April 20, 2009 at 8:39 AM  
Blogger Koolio said...

J, you ain't kiddin'! lol

BS/BC, I don't either. Only problem is, she and I run in the same circle so it would be pretty difficult and very awkward not to speak to her at all. I can, however, limit my contact with her. I could discuss the situation with her but it's not worth it for two reasons, 1) I've been insulted enough by her and feel like I've wasted enough time and energy on her and 2) She's done what she's done, it's too late to take it back and she certainly can't get away with denying anything. There's no reason for me to drag it on longer than I need to.

I guess this is just one of those live and learn situations.

April 20, 2009 at 9:27 AM  
Blogger WavyDavy said...

As much as you may seem from some of your posts to be less than tolerant of people, I gotta tell ya. You are one of the most patient and tolerant people I know. You give these people the benefit of the doubt more than most people would. I do the same thing, and I don't think it's necessarily bad. But if anyone breaks my confidence, they will never be in a position to do it again. You should rip the bitch a new asshole and cut her out of your life. If you can't trust a "friend" that person doesn't deserve your friendship.

April 20, 2009 at 9:30 AM  

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