Identities somewhat hidden to protect the deranged. I’m not asking for advice, I’m just venting/bitching about this girl I know.
Crazy Girl=T
Other Girl=P
Ok, so last summer another girl joined our RPG group. She seemed cool at first, but it wasn't too long before I realized that she was indeed the most special snowflake in the room. Not only was she a master cake decorator, but she was taking a double class load, 3-4 games a week (and ran one more), a scuba diver, super-girl scout, super cos-player, and knew ABSOLUTELY everything. Oh yeah, she also plays every instrument, except the bass, because bassists aren't real musicians.
She asked me if I wanted to join a cake decorating venture with her, to which I declined. I had a feeling that it would have been a very bad idea.
Turns out, I was right. I was nice enough to her, friendly- and honest when I felt she needed it. I never really hung out with her a bunch, and not at all until the past few months. T’s regular group just wasn’t mine.
I got a whiff of the crazy last fall when she started bitching about "the girls that dressed like whores in the game store all summer."
"What do you mean?"
"Coming in almost naked in shorts and low cut tank tops."
"Um, this is Texas. It gets fucking hot." points to other girl, P, who was with us, "did you not see what we wore?"
"They were all trying to throw themselves at my boyfriend!!"
In my head: Having seen and met your boyfriend, not likely. (No offense homely guys, but he was just not my aesthetic, and I never got a feel for his personality)
She is super sexually experienced (both men and women), but she keeps on saying that she’s only ever had sex with her fiancé.
It get worse and worse.
Not in this order:
She told us at one point she was adopted. *shrug* I got cousins and other friends that are adopted. But she kept on with it and kept on with it. I think her obsession with it somehow strained her relationship with her adoptive dad. I’m not getting the whole story on I, so I couldn’t really say.
She announced she was getting married. Ok, cool. It was the way she gushed about it that I found…too attention needing.
She says her friends play games to try and make her blush.
She told us she had Asperger’s, recently diagnosed, and that's why she was the way she was. Like she does something off and she says that, “it’s her Asperger’s kicking in." For the record, her alleged Asperger’s is not why I call her crazy.
She got a dog shortly after I did. Not notable in and of itself, but I suspect it was partially a “Keeping up with the Jones” thing. I wouldn’t really care, but she doesn’t treat the dog well. Like she’ll keep in the crate all day and night without taking it out, and wonder why it barks?
I saw her place in early January. Two story, 2 bed, 1 bath. It was filled with garbage and stuff. She had to climb over things to get into the kitchen, which was full with even more things. And it smelled like cat box. Dirty cat box, which was placed on top of the dog’s crate. P said that it was actually clean compared to the last time she saw it.
Last summer bf and I planned a trip to Padre to go camping. He invited his bro, and they had they idea to invite some other friends and game when we got to Austin. So T, random guy, and bro went with us to the island. T drove up the night before to pick up bro. Random guy drove with us. Bro’s kind of a dick. Like, he likes to mess with people. (I found out about this recently) Apparently T and Bro had a conversation about my bf in which Bro told T that bf was adopted. I found this out when I went with P and T to the mall a few months ago. I’d already had several discussions with T about nature v nurture. She would ramble on about birth parents, and make odd parallels between her and my bf. She started saying how she felt so bonded with my bf. Because he was adopted too. Bro told her last summer. I laugh. I guffaw. I don’t think I’ve ever guffawed. T was so pissy. “Well I’m adopted and it’s just not something you joke about.”
So I asked if there was a list of things she’d like us not to joke about, or even mention. She was not amused.
Recently she revealed that she had “Synesthesia”. She sees sounds, that’s why she doesn’t like loud noises. I’m a skeptic, myself. More on this shortly.
P and I had been trying to get together for a few drinks for a while, but money issues and busy schedules kept happening. She’d told me she’d recently broken up with her bf, a good thing because that relationship was on the fast track to a damaging co-dependent one. We were going to meet up on Tuesday, until I got a text from her saying that “T was freaking out and dragging her around town.”
Me: “ok, let’s do something this weekend.”
I get to Ps Saturday at 9, and she tells me everything that had been going on with T. Just after P broke up with her bf, T broke up with her fiancé. That she was living with. Nothing wrong with that in and of itself. The two apparently weren’t that great a match, and the relationship had become strained (according to P) since T had a “miscarriage” (T, like myself, has an IUD).
She had been hanging out with a group of Ps friends, drinking very heavily. Like total benders. Nightly. The drinking got worse over this past week, apparently she started taking the bottle to bed with her. P told me that T was talking about seducing this guy in that group and breaking him up from his girlfriend.
The house had gotten worse. So bad that that the rental company sent her a violation threaten eviction if the place wasn’t cleaned. I saw it myself later. There was a path from the door to the stairs, but that was pretty much it.
T wasn’t at home. T was hanging out at some local tobacco club/store. She knows everything about pipes and tobacco now. I had to pick her up, because for some reason she didn’t drive herself. She gets in my car (my brand fucking new 2013 still has new car smell car), and I am overwhelmed with the smell of tobacco. I grew up with a smoker, he smoked till last year when he quit. I’ve been enjoying the lack of tobacco smell. Down go the windows. She cops a bit of an attitude. No. My car. That smell is gross and overwhelming.
P says we’re going to see an Irish rock group. No cover. Yay! T doesn’t like that idea. It sounds too loud. So I suggest a place that might be chill, and we go there. Get there, $5 cover, and it’s crowded. :\. T tells me her POV, I give her some advice. She basically tells me I’m wrong, etc. I shrug. Whatever. Your life man. She starts saying she wants to go to a wine bar. And it started to drizzle.
Off we go again. Find one that an hour away from closing so they aren’t serving food anymore. I’m really hungry at this point. Eventually we leave (long story).
When we get to food place she starts talk about her Synesthesia and how that’s why she couldn’t go to the concert. She sees sound, it would have been nothing but blinding white and she would have had a migraine.
Me, hungry, waiting for food skeptic: So what do you do on a day to day basis? Surely there must be some way of coping?
T: Well I don’t put myself in those situations.
P, who is not a skeptic: What about situations that you can’t avoid?
T: I close my eyes and cover my ears and I leave or the noise stops.
Me, irritated, hungry: Really? Then never, ever have kids. They are one big endless stream of noise. They don’t stop. Ever.
T looks offended/perturbed.
We eat, I take T, then P home. I go home.
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You know, though, I don't mind knowing people with f'ed up relationship issues. Makes MINE seem normal and healthy by comparison.
A bit of schadenfreude too.
Crazy Girl=T
Other Girl=P
Ok, so last summer another girl joined our RPG group. She seemed cool at first, but it wasn't too long before I realized that she was indeed the most special snowflake in the room. Not only was she a master cake decorator, but she was taking a double class load, 3-4 games a week (and ran one more), a scuba diver, super-girl scout, super cos-player, and knew ABSOLUTELY everything. Oh yeah, she also plays every instrument, except the bass, because bassists aren't real musicians.
She asked me if I wanted to join a cake decorating venture with her, to which I declined. I had a feeling that it would have been a very bad idea.
Turns out, I was right. I was nice enough to her, friendly- and honest when I felt she needed it. I never really hung out with her a bunch, and not at all until the past few months. T’s regular group just wasn’t mine.
I got a whiff of the crazy last fall when she started bitching about "the girls that dressed like whores in the game store all summer."
"What do you mean?"
"Coming in almost naked in shorts and low cut tank tops."
"Um, this is Texas. It gets fucking hot." points to other girl, P, who was with us, "did you not see what we wore?"
"They were all trying to throw themselves at my boyfriend!!"
In my head: Having seen and met your boyfriend, not likely. (No offense homely guys, but he was just not my aesthetic, and I never got a feel for his personality)
She is super sexually experienced (both men and women), but she keeps on saying that she’s only ever had sex with her fiancé.
It get worse and worse.
Not in this order:
She told us at one point she was adopted. *shrug* I got cousins and other friends that are adopted. But she kept on with it and kept on with it. I think her obsession with it somehow strained her relationship with her adoptive dad. I’m not getting the whole story on I, so I couldn’t really say.
She announced she was getting married. Ok, cool. It was the way she gushed about it that I found…too attention needing.
She says her friends play games to try and make her blush.
She told us she had Asperger’s, recently diagnosed, and that's why she was the way she was. Like she does something off and she says that, “it’s her Asperger’s kicking in." For the record, her alleged Asperger’s is not why I call her crazy.
She got a dog shortly after I did. Not notable in and of itself, but I suspect it was partially a “Keeping up with the Jones” thing. I wouldn’t really care, but she doesn’t treat the dog well. Like she’ll keep in the crate all day and night without taking it out, and wonder why it barks?
I saw her place in early January. Two story, 2 bed, 1 bath. It was filled with garbage and stuff. She had to climb over things to get into the kitchen, which was full with even more things. And it smelled like cat box. Dirty cat box, which was placed on top of the dog’s crate. P said that it was actually clean compared to the last time she saw it.
Last summer bf and I planned a trip to Padre to go camping. He invited his bro, and they had they idea to invite some other friends and game when we got to Austin. So T, random guy, and bro went with us to the island. T drove up the night before to pick up bro. Random guy drove with us. Bro’s kind of a dick. Like, he likes to mess with people. (I found out about this recently) Apparently T and Bro had a conversation about my bf in which Bro told T that bf was adopted. I found this out when I went with P and T to the mall a few months ago. I’d already had several discussions with T about nature v nurture. She would ramble on about birth parents, and make odd parallels between her and my bf. She started saying how she felt so bonded with my bf. Because he was adopted too. Bro told her last summer. I laugh. I guffaw. I don’t think I’ve ever guffawed. T was so pissy. “Well I’m adopted and it’s just not something you joke about.”
So I asked if there was a list of things she’d like us not to joke about, or even mention. She was not amused.
Recently she revealed that she had “Synesthesia”. She sees sounds, that’s why she doesn’t like loud noises. I’m a skeptic, myself. More on this shortly.
P and I had been trying to get together for a few drinks for a while, but money issues and busy schedules kept happening. She’d told me she’d recently broken up with her bf, a good thing because that relationship was on the fast track to a damaging co-dependent one. We were going to meet up on Tuesday, until I got a text from her saying that “T was freaking out and dragging her around town.”
Me: “ok, let’s do something this weekend.”
I get to Ps Saturday at 9, and she tells me everything that had been going on with T. Just after P broke up with her bf, T broke up with her fiancé. That she was living with. Nothing wrong with that in and of itself. The two apparently weren’t that great a match, and the relationship had become strained (according to P) since T had a “miscarriage” (T, like myself, has an IUD).
She had been hanging out with a group of Ps friends, drinking very heavily. Like total benders. Nightly. The drinking got worse over this past week, apparently she started taking the bottle to bed with her. P told me that T was talking about seducing this guy in that group and breaking him up from his girlfriend.
The house had gotten worse. So bad that that the rental company sent her a violation threaten eviction if the place wasn’t cleaned. I saw it myself later. There was a path from the door to the stairs, but that was pretty much it.
T wasn’t at home. T was hanging out at some local tobacco club/store. She knows everything about pipes and tobacco now. I had to pick her up, because for some reason she didn’t drive herself. She gets in my car (my brand fucking new 2013 still has new car smell car), and I am overwhelmed with the smell of tobacco. I grew up with a smoker, he smoked till last year when he quit. I’ve been enjoying the lack of tobacco smell. Down go the windows. She cops a bit of an attitude. No. My car. That smell is gross and overwhelming.
P says we’re going to see an Irish rock group. No cover. Yay! T doesn’t like that idea. It sounds too loud. So I suggest a place that might be chill, and we go there. Get there, $5 cover, and it’s crowded. :\. T tells me her POV, I give her some advice. She basically tells me I’m wrong, etc. I shrug. Whatever. Your life man. She starts saying she wants to go to a wine bar. And it started to drizzle.
Off we go again. Find one that an hour away from closing so they aren’t serving food anymore. I’m really hungry at this point. Eventually we leave (long story).
When we get to food place she starts talk about her Synesthesia and how that’s why she couldn’t go to the concert. She sees sound, it would have been nothing but blinding white and she would have had a migraine.
Me, hungry, waiting for food skeptic: So what do you do on a day to day basis? Surely there must be some way of coping?
T: Well I don’t put myself in those situations.
P, who is not a skeptic: What about situations that you can’t avoid?
T: I close my eyes and cover my ears and I leave or the noise stops.
Me, irritated, hungry: Really? Then never, ever have kids. They are one big endless stream of noise. They don’t stop. Ever.
T looks offended/perturbed.
We eat, I take T, then P home. I go home.
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You know, though, I don't mind knowing people with f'ed up relationship issues. Makes MINE seem normal and healthy by comparison.
A bit of schadenfreude too.
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