Friday, April 13, 2012
It's not the heat, it's the stupidity.
Has anyone noticed how the thoughts of personality disordered people are always diametrically opposed to your own? No matter who is talking about what, there will be two schools of thought. Camp logic, where long suffering ACON's reside, and camp disjointed, somewhere out in the La La land of disordered.
You can say black, and they will say white. Up, is met with down. In, begets an out. Until you realize that ringing sound isn't coming from outside your head.
Even when it comes to things all about you and none about them. They still have to be heard. And have the last word. It must reward the "I told you so." region of their brain. They will wait around, and hope your life becomes a ten car pile up, so they can cluck at you like a chicken.
Even when things go well, they would have surely gone better had you followed their directives. No matter how unrealistic their advise might have been.
My mother holds conversations like a dog with a large bone in it's mouth runs at a small hole in the fence. She just keeps ramming things until something gives.
If she has no facts to shore up her rants, she'll make some up. Her embellishment might be what the rest of us call lies. I would call her a pathological liar, but that would be a disservice to pathological liars. Pathological liars are resourceful, and almost always entertaining.
My mother says any mind numbing lunacy that pops in her head. And her head is a deep well of mind numbing lunacy.
One day the drain on my mothers air-conditioner was stopped up and water was over flowing into her house. I was trying to blast the clog out with compressed air, but she kept getting in the way and insisting the clog was in the hose feeding the pan from the condenser... which is ABOVE the pan.
No mom, I am pretty sure it's the DRAIN that is clogged.
Well why don't you try the other one?
No, if the hose ABOVE the pan is clogged, the pan wouldn't be over flowing now would it?
I don't see your point, but you could try blowing air through it just to see if it works.
Mom....unless the water in your house runs UPHILL, I am pretty sure it is the DRAIN.
How do people get like this? I know nothing about air-conditioner's, but if water is backing up, it's a pretty safe bet the clog is BELOW the elevation of the water.
Was she such a handful growing up that every one indulged her rather than tell her to shut up and sit down?
By the time I got saddled with her, she was all entitled temper tantrums, irrational mood swings, and speaking with authority about things she knows nothing about.
Shad up ya fucking wing nut!
I couldn't take it. Even for seven months. My father was married to her for 23 years, and my step father was married to her for twenty eight. Now I understand why my father did what he did. He just shot the wrong person.
This isn't some dim wit with a heart of gold. She's as mean as a snake.
Let her get a guy off to one side and she's on him like a duck on a June bug. Doesn't matter who. Or if it is a friend's husband. Or neighbor. Or best friend of her husband.
I used to go grocery shopping with her and she played this "game" to see if we could get through the check stand with out being charged for the sack of potato's under the cart. I think that's called shop lifting.
Her whole day is an exercise in pushing people until someone pushes back. Then flying into a rage until people let her have her way just to shut her up. I hated to be out with her. You could count on her to cause a scene somewhere before you make it back home.
What's scary is most PD's are just like her. The really fucked in the head ones.
She will lie to someone about their own actions.
Mom, I am pretty goddamn sure, that this sales clerk knows you are lying, because, you are lying to him, about him, and he is the only person standing here except me, and I am trying to find somewhere to hide and watch his face, until I see that moment he realize's he should have let this one go. I would feel sorry for her latest target. But not too much knowing it was better thee than me.
It was like two mirrors facing one another.
He knows you know, that he knows, that you know you are lying, and he knows you know, that he knows that you know, that he knows that you know..................................................................
That he knows you know.
I just want my compressor back.