Have y'ever gotten one of those phone calls, when you know you really shouldn't answer the phone, but you're obligated to? Well, as Mary J. sang "no more drama in my life..." for the third time today, I knew this was going to be one of those calls...
FL, also known as the baby-daddy: yo, I just want you to know I can't watch Hammy anymore, as I'm about to get locked up...
Now, I can't get into specifics - it's his biz, and his perogative to air it for all the cyber-world to see. Let's just say he has a temper, and it gets the best of him. You can search the site for his initials for a peek at his infamy.
So, I've definitely got a choice here: hang up, or lend a listening ear. Hm. This is my ex, whose antics I know far too well, and who has issues with accepting responsibility for his own actions. I hang up - anger transfers to me, exponentially. Listening ear - he eventually takes his anger out on me. I'm in a good mood, which means my anti-drama-engagement defenses are on full strength. I listen.
the calm amidst the storm:: he vents - it's not his fault, he's misunderstood, people are always taking advantage of his kindness. I let him get it out, tossing salt over my left shoulder, and holding a few grains in my right hand. My voice softens a little, and I try not to interject with any "that was some dumba$$ shyt you did" comments. I eat a few grains. He hangs up on me twice, because he's not sure "why he called me", and I take that as an opportunity to let his family know what's up. He calls back, vents more, and eventually says...
this is your fault you know...the problem is that I'm doing all these things to try and let folks know I want to be with them, and you know how much I want to be with you, and everytime I tell you, you just throw it back up in my face how much that 'hurts you'...if I wasn't trying to go out my way to be nice to you, I wouldn't be in this situation..."
da f*ck???!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mind you, I'm at home, but logged into one of my online classes, trying to decipher where-in-da-hell my professor is trying to take us in the latest scripture of the verse of the cult-of-the-corporate-whore, as FL says this. So, while I've got the Scooby-Doo "ruh-roh" face on, thinking this convo is about to get really ugly, I'm cognizant of the fact that my professor is expecting me to contribute something, well, profound - to this class. Or at least look like I'm paying attention. Oh saga, let it pass...let it pass...it's easier to let it pass....
me: I...I'm really at a loss for words. I don't know what I can do at this point, to rectify the situation...
FL: don't worry about it. It ain't shyt you can do. *click*
@ Amn.eris - That ISH was high comedy. I can laugh now (2 days later), but at the time I was like "is he friggin serious?!!!"
And there is a part two - I posted it last night. Not as funny, but I'm hoping it's the conclusion...
You probably had no intent on this being funny, but I was rolling. I am always slayed by people who try to blame their own foolishness on someone else. *throwing up my hands* Undone I tells ya, undone.