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The Best Show on WFMU => Show Discussion => Topic started by: John Junk on February 07, 2008, 02:49:15 PM
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Hey, anyone else have stories of turning points where you realize you can't be friends with someone anymore? Or the attempts to pretend that you like someone you don't like will never be successful?
I just thought of one: A while back I was talking with some friends and acquaintances about how at my art-school job there were people coming onto campus into the art studios and selling stuff like ketamine(sp?) to the undergrads. Obviously I framed this as a negative thing. But then this coked up hipster trust-fund dude from Saudi Arabia by-way-of-Germany that's bros with one of my best friends starts in on some weird rant about trailer trash and how some people are so stupid they need to be filtered out, whether it be by drugs or whatever. I F-ing blew my stack and basically called this guy a nazi and stormed out of the house.
For some reason I apologized to him later, but it's one of those things where we were both like "Yeah, look, I don't hate you, but I really don't like you. Let's not try to be friends." Sort of civil and mutual-like.
Anybody? Too negative?
Maybe I should rename this thread "You're a Ghost!"
**P.S.--Guess this belongs in "General Discussion". Sawry!
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"You're a ghost" would only work if you were carrying a sound-effects board around with you. Not that I think it's such a bad idea. It work make work telephone conversations hi-larious.
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When I first moved to Los Angeles it was predictably lonely, after a while I made some friends at work and we started hanging out. Nice.
I move away from LA and a few years later this friend moves to where I was living (British Columbia) to work on the same production that I was on. I helped them find a place and settle into a new area comfortably.
It turned out that in the intervening years, they had become a born again Christian and spent most of the time at some camp where they must've taught you conversion strategies; one day we were having lunch and they made their move. I won't go into too many details but the reddest flag of all was when Sodom and Gomorrah and the End Times were equated with cultural acceptance of homosexuality and the approaching millennium. It was like the bullet proof glass sliding up at a bank robbery. I excused myself, paid the bill and left.
Now they're a holy ghost.
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I had a very dear friend throughout college and into our mid-20's. Then she tried to sue Starbucks because the coffee was too hot.
To quote the people who work at the blackjack tables in Atlantic City: "Next dealer."
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friends? you're FOT's! you don't have any friends. aside from the one true friend. tom
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A long time best friend asked me to perform something--anything--at his non-traditional wedding, which I did. He specified that the act need not be appropriate for a wedding. I complied, and delivered an act that got a lot of laughs, and thanks from stangers aftwards. My friend laughed like a donkey throughout. I thought it was a big success. But later he blamed me for not only ruining his wedding, but almost ruining his marriage.
And now he is A GHOST! Am I too sensitive?
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It could have been the dog costume. And your over-attention to the bride's leg.
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For some reason I apologized to him later
Because you're a good person, and better than him
Anybody? Too negative?
No!
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"You're a ghost" would only work if you were carrying a sound-effects board around with you.
Or if you, you know, killed the person. But hopefully it rarely comes to that.
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...later he blamed me for not only ruining his wedding, but almost ruining his marriage.
You MUST tell us/me more. I am dying to know what you did that would lead to such an unexpected and dramatic turn.
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...later he blamed me for not only ruining his wedding, but almost ruining his marriage.
You MUST tell us/me more. I am dying to know what you did that would lead to such an unexpected and dramatic turn.
You've never heard the story of the Third Wheel Legend?
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I had a turning point where my friendship with someone changed drastically.
When I first started my job in 06, I was single... so I was SO happy when I became friends with a girl I worked with who was also single, had a nice sarcastic sense of humor, and lived right around the corner from me. She very quickly became my "wing-man" and we would go out together all the time. We were like BFF in a matter of months, and since I don't have many female friends (and none that are single) it was so nice to have another single girl to go out with. We got along smashingly.
You could say that this girl is a bit of a drinker, and definitely a huge flirt in the most obvious way. Luckily for me, we liked very different sorts of guys. She would go for the guys who were what I would call "slick" and professional - wearing suits to work, going on dates in very expensive steakhouses, etc. Basically no signs of the geekery that I find so charming.
One night we were out at a local Tavern and she was drunk and flirting with a few guys. I had started talking to one guy who seemed JUST my type: smart, a little bookish, and a complete internet nerd. My friend had seen him when he walked in and literally turned her nose up at him. (she had a habit of sizing up every guy that passed her by)
So this guy and I are having a conversation for about a half hour, when my friend comes over and LITERALLY elbows me out of the way. She fucking shoved me. So she could get in his face and start flirting with him. I was completely astonished. My female friends have never been the man-eating type... they're pretty mellow and always put their girl friends first over guys. It was the only time in my life when I had the urge to punch someone in the face.
Instead, I sat on a bar stool and watched her do her thing. She was loud, crass, and in a matter of minutes (maybe 20) was making out with him in the middle of the bar. At one point she made eye contact with me in this completely evil "I won" sort of way.
From that point forward, I was still friendly with her at work, but we never went out for another night on the town. Fuck that shit.
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At one point she made eye contact with me in this completely evil "I won" sort of way.
Ooh, this line gives me chills. It's such a "reality TV" move that I expect it to be absent in real life, as in "people don't really act that way, do they?". It's so depressing that they can, and do. It just seems so...fucking stupid, I guess.
Take alcohol out of the equation--what happens then, I wonder?
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From that point forward, I was still friendly with her at work, but we never went out for another night on the town I've also been constructing an elaborate scheme to get her fired involving illegal porn and mail fraud.
fixed!
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This one's my favorite:
I had a very dear friend throughout college and into our mid-20's. Then she tried to sue Starbucks because the coffee was too hot.
I was literally JUST thinking about this phenomenon, seconds before finding this thread. That gives you an idea of how haunted I am by it. I usually have clunky, drawn out falling outs with people, assume I'm the one being anti-social and feel like a heel for years after.
That being said, I've also done it to save my psychological skin from prolonged contact with some real sleeper-cell weirdos.
One guy was nice, but had some obvious issues (black trench coat, swords, etc). I remember my initial doubts emerged when he came over to watch half of the Oscars ceremony with my young, teen siblings, and when I made it quite clear that I was leaving to watch the rest at my girlfriend's house, he failed to make it equally clear he intended to stay in my house with them (and without me) until the show ended around midnight. Utterly harmless on paper, but utterly weird in practice.
That event was kind of a microcosm of all my reactions to his behavior, but like I said, I still feel like a heel. He just seemed like a lonely dude who thought my family was fun, and didn't think it was a big deal. Still, "friend of the family" is kind of a gradually earned position, you don't just show up in your best suit on opening day.
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From that point forward, I was still friendly with her at work, but we never went out for another night on the town I've also been constructing an elaborate scheme to get her fired involving illegal porn and mail fraud.
fixed!
hahaha. That's a good idea. I'm taking notes.
But really, it's payback enough to know that she still hasn't had a meaninful relationship in 2 years and I do :)
Biggest drama queen I've ever met. EVER.
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I had a friend. My ex-boyfriend slept with her for three weeks before he decided to tell me about it and break up with me. The end.
Also, when I was living in New York City all my friends had a nose candy problem. Since moving upstate,I don't really talk to any of them anymore. It's such a lame drug. It makes you think you're sexy, charming, and smart, when really you look like a total idiot, and say the stupidest crap.
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Also, when I was living in New York City all my friends had a nose candy problem. Since moving upstate,I don't really talk to any of them anymore. It's such a lame drug. It makes you think you're sexy, charming, and smart, when really you look like a total idiot, and say the stupidest crap.
Yup. Nose candy will do it every time.
I have an old friend I don't keep in touch with that much anymore... Her husband and other friends are way too into this stuff, and she's in total denial. You can't even try to talk to her about it. A few weeks ago I learned that two of her friends (who I used to be friends with too) had the department of children's services called on them for letting their three year old and seven year old wander around in the street by themselves while they were sleeping off the candy-binge they had the night before. Disgusting.
That old friend in Pittsburgh is slowly [and sadly] making her way out the door as well. I know it's not her fault, but it's too hard to be around someone who is so in denial about her own life. It makes me sad. I really liked her.
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I just ghosted a friend. He was my college roommate, and intensely loyal, so much so that I would forgive his increasing craziness and inability to listen during conversations. For whatever reason, he got into this militia-nut crap to really unnerving proportions - like, he had this one story about how traffic court was unconstitutional because the flag has a gold fringe, which means that it operates under maritime law or something - the kind of stuff where people spend hours on the internet learning how to avoid taxes and such. I would even forgive his occasional clueless forays into anti-Semitism, reminding him that I'm Jewish and in the 15 years we've known each other I obviously haven't been running anything at all, certainly not the international banking system, the media, or the US government. He had a kid and moved from Jersey to the Florida panhandle, which has only made him crazier.
Anyway, a few months ago he got wind that I was experiencing modest success and called me with some vague injunctions "not to forget my friends." He's one of those guys who dabbles in everything - music, art, comedy, screenwriting. I tried to explain that I wasn't really all that successful, and I could offer pretty much what I had been all along, which is advice on his writing and introductions where appropriate (which would not be often because I don't trust him not to act like a nutjob).
So that was weird. Then about a month and a half ago he called, and I was genuinely happy to hear from him, hoping we could bridge our differences - and he launched into a series of talking points re. why I should vote for Ron Paul. It became increasingly obvious that he was part of a campaign effort for Paul supporters to call their "liberal" friends or whatever. He'd done worse, but this was the final straw.
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Anyway, a few months ago he got wind that I was experiencing modest success and called me with some vague injunctions "not to forget my friends." ...Then about a month and a half ago he called, and I was genuinely happy to hear from him, hoping we could bridge our differences - and he launched into a series of talking points re. why I should vote for Ron Paul. It became increasingly obvious that he was part of a campaign effort for Paul supporters to call their "liberal" friends or whatever. He'd done worse, but this was the final straw.
Haha, Jason, outstanding tale. Stay safe.
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It's no fun to realize you ARE the ex-friend.
Don't I know it.
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It's no fun to realize you ARE the ex-friend.
Don't I know it.
I hear that. It was my birthday last week and though I spent the day with close family and friends, I got precisely ONE phone call all day. Presumably all my friends from undergrad have decided that I'm a ghost.
This made me more sad that I'd like to let on.
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Happy Birthday, Samir. You're my new friend. You're funny, and I dig your accent. Can I send you some horrible music to help you celebrate?
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I've been the droppee far more often than the dropper (I'm a loyal sort). Usually, I'm dropped for reasons no more dramatic than a change of work/lifestyle, but some breakups have been quite startling. I've spent decades trying to figure out what it is about me that accounts for this. My conclusion is that it's because I tend not to initiate contact or share secrets (except, apparently, on message boards). More than once in the past, a friend has decided "no more" simply because s/he got tired of soul-baring with no return. Such lack of reciprocity screws up the balance in a friendship: eventually, too much power. Resentment sets in, and then a burning desire to have no more to do with the person who has acted as mother/father confessor.
Of course, it could just be that I'm a pain in the ass.
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I've been reading this for a while now, thinking I didn't have an example of my own. Then the talk about the nexus of substance abuse/friendship reminded me that I had one. Can't believe it didn't occur to me before...
I have a friend, someone I consider a friend, but don't talk to. We've known each other since high school, where we did all the usual recreational stuff everyone else did (this was the late 70's, the statistical high point for drug/alcohol use by kids (Yay, Class of 1977!!!). Anyway, I eventually stopped all of that--drink being the real issue; my brother died of it along the way--and have been happy ever since. But this friend has not moderated his habits as he has grown older. He moved away, and for a long time I'd get phone calls at night, and he'd be drunk, and it was awful to get on the phone with him. He's one of those phone people who will call you, and ask "What's up?" and have nothing to tell you himself--YOU'RE supposed to carry the weight of the conversation. You end up thinking "Why did you call me up and have nothing to say?" Tom would GOMP him in half a sentence, I'm afraid.
So I stopped picking up the phone when he called--and the messages he left got less frequent, and more sad and whiny, until they stopped. The final few had a hurt tone to them, an edge of abandonment and anger. I'm torn by the conflicting feelings that I was supposed to help him somehow and by the need to stay as far away from his voice as possible--preserving my happy state is a major priority. I need to be careful.
As I said earlier--I consider him a friend, and if he were always sober when he called, I would probably talk to him (though he would still end up making me do 95% of the work in the conversation; it's just how he is).
I can't believe that I hadn't thought of that until now. I must have done a good job of putting that memory away.
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I got a big one.
One summer two of my friends and I moved into a new apartment and we needed a fourth person to sublet and split the rent for a while. One of my friends suggested having his ex live with us. It had been a while since they had been a couple and we were all good friends so, after emphasizing the stress of living with an ex-girlfriend and getting his guarantee that it would be cool, we all moved in together. There was minor friction between her, the non-exboyfriend roommate and myself. We'd have arguments about who should empty the cat litter and had to explain to her that emptying the cat litter into the toilet backed it up, little stuff in the scheme of things but she took it very personally. Eventually it became the ex-couple versus the rest of the house and she would come home and warmly greet her cat while completely ignoring our genuinely friendly greetings.
In any case, the end of the sublet came and I invited her out to a really nice restaurant to say thank you for subletting and so we could let by-gones be by-gones. I decided to be the bigger guy, appologized for stuff that wasn't my fault and asked her if there was anything she wanted to get off her chest. Nada. I paid for dinner and assumed everything was peachy keen.
Cut to a week later, our new roommate and an old friend of mine reports she spent an entire car ride telling him what an asshole I am and that I am impossible to live with and that he should back out now before he moved with us. He ignored this advice and everything was fine because I'm not an asshole or impossible to live with. Anyway she still had a key to our apartment, she would pop in and pretend evertyhing was cool until I couldn't take it anymore. I told her ex that I didn't want her anywhere near the place because of A,B and C and essentially ended my friendship with her. The sad part was about a year later they got back together and he wound up ghosting me because I never forgave and never forgot. He was a really great guy too. It was a shame.
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There could be a whole subthread to this about friendships ended due to roommate-trauma. 90% of the time I've had great experiences living with friends/acquaintances, but that 10% of the time when it's gone horribly wrong has made me forever wary about living with anyone I know ever again. At this point, I'd rather live with a stranger who I have no emotional or social invesment in at all, and risk having problems with them, than live with a friend and risk losing a friendship over some stupid shit. That shit can be such a bummer.
Ditto as well for perfectly fine friendships ended due to problems with said-friends significant other. Like most other people, I've been on both ends of that situation more than a few times, and it never gets any less shitty. There have been exactly two friends I've ghosted where I've actually felt great about it and had a complete sense of satisfaction about just cutting out a piece of dead wood from my life. But much more often, no matter which end of the situation you're on or who's in the right or wrong, it's always just a fucking shame more than anything else.
Also, why do I keep reading this thread? Most Depressing Thread Ever!!
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Also, why do I keep reading this thread? Most Depressing Thread Ever!!
The one mitigating factor to this most depressing of threads is the recasting of the word ghost as a verb with a new emerging definition.
ghost [goʊst]
–noun
1. the soul of a dead person, a disembodied spirit imagined, usually as a vague, shadowy or evanescent form, as wandering among or haunting living persons.
2. a mere shadow or semblance; a trace: He's a ghost of his former self.
-verb
3. to break off or dissolve (ties, relations, etc.), often with reservation but ultimately giving greater relief.
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Recently, Hi-maintenance friends are on my "Ghost List".
They need more attention than I can give.
It's a real drag.
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Also, why do I keep reading this thread? Most Depressing Thread Ever!!
I was just thinking that this topic, on air, would be far, far worse than "Turk 182 it."
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Also, why do I keep reading this thread? Most Depressing Thread Ever!!
The one mitigating factor to this most depressing of threads is the recasting of the word ghost as a verb with a new emerging definition.
ghost [goʊst]
–noun
1. the soul of a dead person, a disembodied spirit imagined, usually as a vague, shadowy or evanescent form, as wandering among or haunting living persons.
2. a mere shadow or semblance; a trace: He's a ghost of his former self.
-verb
3. to break off or dissolve (ties, relations, etc.), often with reservation but ultimately giving greater relief.
Slight edit:
"3. to break off or dissolve (ties, relations, etc.), often with reservation but ultimately giving greater relief. Woooohooo hoohoo waa waawwh!!!"
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Ha! Yeah, I didn't expect this to get as serioius as it did. I don't know what I expected. Stories about people cutting others out of their lives! What could be more fun?!
I agree about the possible sub-thread of roommate trouble. Perhaps my biggest ghosting ever... [post edited because it was too long, boring, and dredged up too much sludge. -Ed.]
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I think awful roommate stories deserve their own thread.
I could fill a book. All from about 10 months worth of experiences I had when I was 18-19.
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I think awful roommate stories deserve their own thread.
I could fill a book. All from about 10 months worth of experiences I had when I was 18-19.
I agree, except in my experience they have only gotten worse in the last four or five years or so, and I'm frickin' 36. Once I'm in my new apartment (which already I'm leery about) I'll pipe in some goods on the most recent batch that I will soon be putting in the "former roommate" column.
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For some much-needed levity in this thread, has anyone ever seen this blog before?
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/
I think anyone who's ever lived with an asshole for any length of time can find something on there they relate to. Some of these Horrible Roommate Notes definitely take me back to my darkest days of communal living. I've even got a few notes stashed away somewhere that I'd love to submit, if I can ever find them again.
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I think my worst roommate story is pretty impressive: When I was fifteen, for a few months I rented a room from a twenty-one-year-old college student. It was purely a business arrangement--I answered an ad in the paper--and I was a good tenant: paid my rent, cleaned up after myself, didn't invite people over. He, however, decided I was evil, and, one night while I was sleeping, slashed the cushions of his couch and performed other quiet acts of destruction and then called the cops on me, claiming I was the culprit--and a trespasser, to boot. I was awakened from a sound sleep by a knock on my bedroom door, followed by interrogation. Apparently, I came off as more credible than my wacko roommate, because nothing came of the matter. I do remember being so astonished at what he'd done that I was laughing about it, and perhaps my light-heartedness persuaded the police of my innocence. My roommate got what he wanted even without my arrest, though, for needless to say I didn't stay there much longer.
I'm pretty sure the guy was going through some kind of breakdown, because when I saw him a few months later he had shorn his hair and taken to calling himself Allison (his named was Allan).
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A memorable "worst roommate ever" story that I once read on somethingawful.com has been preserved here.
Worst Roommate Ever (http://www.wyseguys.com/shittyroomate.asp)
Forewarning, most of the details of this one are gross, in that sort of David Fincher world way.
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In college once I came home to see the sink filled with hair. Then I came into my darkened bedroom that I shared with this dude and was like "What the f is up with all the hair? You can't just leave hair in the sink like that!?" And he emerges with the darkness with the most fucked up psychopath homemade haircut and goes "I'M HAVING A BAD DAY, JOHNNNN!" I was just like "Okay! No problem." (fyi - this is not even close to my worst roommate story, of course. But it's funny)x
Sarah, -that's a weird story. That's pretty precocious (correct word-?) of you , renting your own room at 15.
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In college once I came home to see the sink filled with hair.
Here I fixed your post to better reflect my personal experience:
In college once I came home to see the sink filled with hair lying in the hallway with a giant hole in the middle of it. There was a note from one of my roommates about some sort of accident and a new sink on the living room floor, which never got reinstalled.
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renting your own room at 15.
I mentioned this detail only because I think the fact that a twenty-one-year-old did this to a fifteen-year-old makes the behavior all the more loony. I promise I wasn't trying to show off.
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Worst Roommate Ever (http://www.wyseguys.com/shittyroomate.asp)
Just read this. I think the guy telling the story is as crazy as his roommate was.
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I just spent the last 45 minutes reading that. Yeah, you'd think once you were at the point that you were sealing and barricading yourself at one end of the apartment that maybe there's something wrong with the bigger picture.
The real question is this: Which one of these two guys would be more likely to be a WFMU D.J.?
I lived with a guy who was crazy, but he was much more lovable. He was this guy named "Charlie Funk" and he just listened to P. Funk and Wu Tang all day, joggled his leg while making a zzzzzzzzz sound, smoked cigarettes and weed constantly, lived in two layers of trash, found a turtle that lived on the bottom layer of trash (sometimes things would randomly start moving around and then you'd realize there was this sad box turtle underneath). He'd put this turtle in a box with a tube at one end and fill the box with his marijuana exhalant. Nice one. Add cruelty to animals to the list. And when he'd get sick his solution was to rocket snot onto the floor. But as far as I could tell he still used the toilet. HE and my other roommates really liked to do spray-paing graffiti, IN the dorm room. This guy drove me crazy but we basically liked each other. But I sure got the hell away from him as fast as I could. And started living with the comparably much more mellow hair-chopping guy who was more slow-burn creepy than out-and-out bonkers.
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i took a friendquaintance into my apartment years ago. i came home from work one day and found my furniture rearranged, a rice cooker ("i dont own a rice cooker?") on the counter, and all her tokyo pop "read-me-backwards" japanese books on my shelves. meanwhile, my books were stacked in my room and en route i tripped over a 50lb. bag of rice. she bought bamboo curtains, floor pillows to eat at the tiny coffee table, and if we went out to eat...asian food only. japanese, vietnamese, chinese.
eventually, i found out she was half filipino/black. this explained her selective "im asian, im black" attitude. we'd be in the grocery line, "i think im the yellowest person in this grocery store" or driving down the street, "if those guys were japanese, that building would be done by now...and earthquake proof." if we were around black people, she'd begin speaking (in) ebonics- poorly. it was awful. last but not least, i mentioned in passing an instance in which i was hanging out with my much younger brother watching spongebob squarepants and i found a bit in it funny. when i arrived home on my birthday days later, my entire room was decorated in spongebob squarepants. i had a new bedspread, sheets, and pillow case to break in that nite. i also got to share my bed with an inflatable patrick doll who kept hitting the spongebob squarepants poster on the wall. then she disappeared for three/four years.
she called two nites ago.
who cares??
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i took a friendquaintance into my apartment years ago. i came home from work one day and found my furniture rearranged, a rice cooker ("i dont own a rice cooker?") on the counter, and all her tokyo pop "read-me-backwards" japanese books on my shelves. meanwhile, my books were stacked in my room and en route i tripped over a 50lb. bag of rice. she bought bamboo curtains, floor pillows to eat at the tiny coffee table, and if we went out to eat...asian food only. japanese, vietnamese, chinese.
eventually, i found out she was half filipino/black. this explained her selective "im asian, im black" attitude. we'd be in the grocery line, "i think im the yellowest person in this grocery store" or driving down the street, "if those guys were japanese, that building would be done by now...and earthquake proof." if we were around black people, she'd begin speaking (in) ebonics- poorly. it was awful. last but not least, i mentioned in passing an instance in which i was hanging out with my much younger brother watching spongebob squarepants and i found a bit in it funny. when i arrived home on my birthday days later, my entire room was decorated in spongebob squarepants. i had a new bedspread, sheets, and pillow case to break in that nite. i also got to share my bed with an inflatable patrick doll who kept hitting the spongebob squarepants poster on the wall. then she disappeared for three/four years.
she called two nites ago.
who cares??
This post is awesome.
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Yeah that's a good one!
The Spongebob redecoration reminds me of dear old Mom, who would latch on to a perceived preference or association and ride it to the end of the earth. It was sweet, really; but ask my older sis about the cow patterned plates/butter dish/gravy boat/curtains/etc, or the peppermint patty themed items my younger sister received for years after appearing in You're a Good Man Charlie Brown.
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eventually, i found out she was half filipino/black. this explained her selective "im asian, im black" attitude.
I have a similar problem as a Brindian
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Sarah, -that's a weird story. That's pretty precocious Junoesque of you, renting your own room at 15.
Fixed!
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Ah, but I had more sense than to get preggers.
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...when i arrived home on my birthday days later, my entire room was decorated in spongebob squarepants. i had a new bedspread, sheets, and pillow case to break in that nite. i also got to share my bed with an inflatable patrick doll who kept hitting the spongebob squarepants poster on the wall. then she disappeared for three/four years.
she called two nites ago.
who cares??
aw, she sounds sweet. I think you should have her over again. She might even bring over the Squidward doll to keep Patrick company.
I recently got an e-mail from a Japanese friend, asking me if I wanted to do "pirates" with her on Tuesday nights. At first I thought she was talking about some weird Pirates of the Caribbean Cos-play until I realized she just meant taking an exercise class.
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I recently got an e-mail from a Japanese friend, asking me if I wanted to do "pirates" with her on Tuesday nights. At first I thought she was talking about some weird Pirates of the Caribbean Cos-play until I realized she just meant taking an exercise class.
You could sell this to SalesGenie--it's right in their wheelhouse!
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I think you should have her over again. She might even bring over the Squidward doll to keep Patrick company.
ugh
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Maybe she was in LOVE with you! :-* :-* :-*
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Maybe she was in LOVE with you! :-* :-* :-*
maybe! but im much more attracted to drunk, dirty, sad, lonely, writers (and their cats).
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last but not least, i mentioned in passing an instance in which i was hanging out with my much younger brother watching spongebob squarepants and i found a bit in it funny. when i arrived home on my birthday days later, my entire room was decorated in spongebob squarepants. i had a new bedspread, sheets, and pillow case to break in that nite. i also got to share my bed with an inflatable patrick doll who kept hitting the spongebob squarepants poster on the wall.
[youtube]rq16XrrO2PA&rel=1" [/youtube]
"He's wearing the shirt I got him!"
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Wow. Maybe it is a regional thing, but I have always said "boogers," not "boogies." Hooray for Julie & Jackie.
My ex-friending happened today, so I am still reeling a bit. I was talking to an acquaintance at school, a fellow I have known for five years, who I briefly dated in high school and decided to "stay friends" with. He has always said that he was a Democrat, though "fiscally conservative." I mentioned that I had caucused for Obama, and he said, "I'm not a racist, but I would have a hard time voting for a black candidate."
Yuck. Is there any phrase more disgusting than "I'm not a racist, but"?
You're a ghost!
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Wow. Maybe it is a regional thing, but I have always said "boogers," not "boogies." Hooray for Julie & Jackie.
My ex-friending happened today, so I am still reeling a bit. I was talking to an acquaintance at school, a fellow I have known for five years, who I briefly dated in high school and decided to "stay friends" with. He has always said that he was a Democrat, though "fiscally conservative." I mentioned that I had caucused for Obama, and he said, "I'm not a racist, but I would have a hard time voting for a black candidate."
Yuck. Is there any phrase more disgusting than "I'm not a racist, but"?
You're a ghost!
...and you are a ghost buster. Good for you.
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last but not least, i mentioned in passing an instance in which i was hanging out with my much younger brother watching spongebob squarepants and i found a bit in it funny. when i arrived home on my birthday days later, my entire room was decorated in spongebob squarepants. i had a new bedspread, sheets, and pillow case to break in that nite. i also got to share my bed with an inflatable patrick doll who kept hitting the spongebob squarepants poster on the wall.
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"He's wearing the shirt I got him!"
a serious consideration im sure, but no sponge cake?!
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Down here it's boogers. Boogie is something we do when Hank Jr plays on the jukebox.
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Yuck. Is there any phrase more disgusting than "I'm not a racist, but"?
You're a ghost!
I love that. I was just talking to someone about that the other day, about how whenever someone says "I'm not a racist...", what they really mean is: "Get ready for me to say something really really racist." This seems to happen to me almost daily, either at work or when I'm just out and about.
Earlier this week, out of nowhere at work: "Now Pat, you KNOW I'm not a racist, but what is up with black people who date white people all the time?"
Unfortunately, you can't really ghost people where you work without quitting your job.
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I deleted this because it just depresses me to read it.
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**Warning: Literal Toilet Talk Follows**
I had a suitemate during my freshman year in college whose behavior baffles me to this day. the layout of the place was pretty much two dorm rooms connected by a common bathroom.
If you were in there using the terlet, this guy would put this one tape of this rap song "Doo Doo Brown" on the stereo and blast it while singing along and laughing his ass off. I guess he thought it was hilarious that you could maybe be dropping a deuce in there.
He also had recorded videos that he would play on his VCR and sing along to. Like the long version of Metallica's "One", but then followed up by a Depeche Mode video.
In person, I don't think I heard him utter more than a dozen words all year.
the NEXT year, I had a roommate who would use the terlet (#2) and NEVER flush. I would just wretch and flush the thing, but our suitemates made me confront him about it after awhile, and he claimed that he didn't know that he did that. It was some sort of weird primal passive-aggressive territorial thing I bet.
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I deleted this because it just depresses me to read it.
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That post is a ghost!
I did get to read it, though. Sounds more like she belongs in the "Now You're a Square!" thread, which doesn't exist yet. Maybe she needs to turf out and then rediscover what she likes about life.
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There are some really great stories on this thread. All I'll say is that disowning bad friendships is oftentimes the best way to go.