You know, some days I wonder if maybe I'd stop getting headaches if I stopped insisting that people make sense.
I've wondered this myself, about a thousand million times. Problem is, the sense is never going to come. People rarely make any sense.
My best friend's ex-boyfriend is one of the lying liars. He once came back to a party I was having and told everyone that he was walking through the projects and saw a pack of skins jumping a lone black guy, so he waded in and commenced stabbing. I didn't call him out on it, because it was my best friend's guy and she was all googly-eyed over him, but I completely ignored him and his story.
On the other side of the coin is an ex-friend of mine. Very close friend. Delusional to the point of some serious scary, constantly pushes people out of her life due to perceived slights, cost me a lot of friendships that I'm still trying to patch up to this day, and caused me so much head/heartache in the time we were close that it makes me cringe when I think about it. Straight up batshit insane.
In some ways, I can kind of feel bad for the liars because they're so desperate for attention that it's really quite sad when they break into their song-and-dance numbers. And maybe if they had a good group of friends to keep their noses in line, the stories wouldn't happen.
But, the complete nutters? Those fucks need some kind of special coloration pattern so Nature can let the rest of us know "DO NOT APPROACH, IT WILL BE A BAD SCENE".
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Date: 2006-11-20 07:52 pm (UTC)I've wondered this myself, about a thousand million times. Problem is, the sense is never going to come. People rarely make any sense.
My best friend's ex-boyfriend is one of the lying liars. He once came back to a party I was having and told everyone that he was walking through the projects and saw a pack of skins jumping a lone black guy, so he waded in and commenced stabbing. I didn't call him out on it, because it was my best friend's guy and she was all googly-eyed over him, but I completely ignored him and his story.
On the other side of the coin is an ex-friend of mine. Very close friend. Delusional to the point of some serious scary, constantly pushes people out of her life due to perceived slights, cost me a lot of friendships that I'm still trying to patch up to this day, and caused me so much head/heartache in the time we were close that it makes me cringe when I think about it. Straight up batshit insane.
In some ways, I can kind of feel bad for the liars because they're so desperate for attention that it's really quite sad when they break into their song-and-dance numbers. And maybe if they had a good group of friends to keep their noses in line, the stories wouldn't happen.
But, the complete nutters? Those fucks need some kind of special coloration pattern so Nature can let the rest of us know "DO NOT APPROACH, IT WILL BE A BAD SCENE".