RumblestripQ: Back stage pass to the sociopath Side show Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean the circus has left town.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Instead of posting this as a comment, it deserves it's own post
I don't why the thought of someone as a decent human being irk's narcissists so much, but it does. I guess if you are a corrupt slut and don't want to take the time to be honest and chaste it makes you jealous. They don't want to do the work to be chaste like not dropping their Capri pants on demand they just fuck everyone and lie about it later. If you guys haven't seen the "The Bad Seed" you should, That is exactly what my mother must have been like as a child. The girl basically beat the penmanship winner at school with her shoe until he fell off a pier and drowned. I know beating people with her shoe was my mother's preferred weapon when there wasn't a pistol handy. I can't count the number of times I saw my mother pull her shoe off and smack my father with it. And connecting the little bit of candor she gave me in the time I lived with her, and the few clues I had to connect the dots, it was always her in the wrong. She really subscribed to the best defense is a good offense. Here's one you'll never believe. I remembered this one time her and my father pulled up to the farm at the same time and she walked up the porch and started whacking him with her shoe. Living down at her house she talked about a time she was eating lunch on the square in the county seat and looked out the window and saw my father pulling into the insurance agency where she worked and where my fathers parents got her a filing job. So instead of waiting until he came into the diner and inviting him to sit down and eat (It wasn't like he wasn't paying her astronomical legal fees and getting his ass in hock to get her ass out of hock) so what does this psycho do? She walks out the back of the diner and through the alley and sits back down at her desk and acts like she had been there all along. She said he got infuriated and she made it sound like he was the crazy one and not her. He had just went inside her office and saw she was gone but instead of just telling him she had been in the diner and he missed her, and to sit down,and have some lunch with her, she looked him in the eye and told him she had been at her desk all along. So I guess they came home and she put her best defense into a good offense via whacking the bejesus out of him with her shoe. I always read in Joanna Ashmuns blog how they gaslight people to make them crazy. This shows what she was all about. Even in that conversation in current times she implied he was crazy in the same breath she copped to telling him he didn't see what he just saw. And this was the bitch who turned herself into the family matriarch. The sad thing from my perspective is how many stories we all have just like this. We are all crazy and we are still crazy as they sit there and tell you about doing stuff none of us would ever dare to do ourselves. I am so glad I wrote what I wrote to my mother. Reflecting back on a story like this makes me think she should consider herself lucky I didn't go down and smother her with a pillow. Whats sad is that we all have these over the top stories. Why why why? Oh tell me why one crazy ass person can destroy a whole family and do it just for fun!?!?