I just ended a 5 month relationship, I should have ended two months ago. Having had several people, whom I've befriended, reveal themselves as bonifide psycho or worse, I hesitate to believe the law of averages has brought me, yet another. They can't all be crazy? Can they? This is Hollywood, after all. The pool of narcissism is over flowing, here. Just this week, I met a fat, old, druggie, slob, who raved about his days in Europe, as a famous photographer of super models, while blaming capitalism and Nancy Reagan's "Just say no" mantra, for his lack of success. He gave me a business card and tried to sell me headshots. Any way...
ALICE, is a hopeful actress and musician in her late twenties. She is funny, with a sexy body and very, very cute face. Skin like a baby. The problem is, cute is unacceptable, to the point of lementing needed plastic surgery. Daddy issues emerged to be the source of this obvious low self esteem.
I did not recall the first time we met, she did. A year earlier she must have been the victim of one my depressing conversations about my ex's psycho condition. I was a wreck, I have no memory of it. She had a psycho ex too and seemed to understand. We agreed to take things slow.
The thing about red flags is, you dismiss them as normal until you realize, there are red flags all over the place. Its tricky. Compared to the ex, Alice's seemed very healthy. However the flags started piling up. Temper tantrums appeared over the dumbest topics, in which she was proven wrong everytime. She began attacking me for being friends with women, who I've known for decades, and even Facebook gaming friends, I've never spoke to. None are even in this state. Another flag I over looked was, her reaction to a youtube video, I was watching about narcissistic women. She had big a problem with it. When one such argument led to her calling me broken and, throwing my ex in my face, I should have walked. She apologized but before long, did it again with a screaming fit of paranoid accusations.
For many years I've said, if a person accuses you of cheating, and you are not, then they are cheating on you. I learned that the hard way. Although I have no proof of cheating, she did maintain a relationship with an ex, who lives in her building. He watches her dog and they watched the Superbowl together drinking alcohol. When I tried to explain the insane hypocrisy of her busting my balls, over a text from an ancient ex, 3000 miles away, she accused me of being just like her jealous psycho ex, and accused me of taking out my ex's problems on her. It was blantant projection.
Finally, the other day, I passed out after work and called her late. She sucked me into her, not pretty enough, crap. Stupidly, I told her to be thankful because, she could be, the very ugly girl, I saw on set that day, placed next to a ridiculosly beautiful girl. Alice went into asshole mode and accused me of hating women. I couldn't help it, I called her a dumb cunt. Its just true, I can't deny it anymore. She then accused me of being disrespectful and is now giving me the silent treatment. It's not working.
I don't know, if that quailfies her as psycho or not. Psychology needs to get rid of all the labels and make a simple, degree of crazy chart. Maybe even a dating handbook inspired by Richard Simmons, Deal a meal. If you can move 3 of the 20 most common red flags, over to the Psycho side, then you're done dating for the day. Yay.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
BPD: The boy next door
Living in Los Angeles, and working in the film industry, one is never far from a mentally or emotionally disturbed person. This edition will focus on a 26 year old boy from Virginia with big dreams of being a star. Since he has always reminded me of a goofy looking Marc Paul Glossier, I will refer to him as Zack.
I met this nice kids about 3 years ago on set, when he approached me saying, he lived around the corner from me, and wanted to know, if there where any available apartments in my building. I told him no, but took his number, and said, I'd call him when one opened up. Months later I did, and he moved in next door. Zack seemed totally normal. A hopeful actor with a friendly smile. He loved movies and trained boxing. It wasn't long before I noticed, the slightest criticism, or comment he disagrees with, evokes an odd look in his eye. A tough guy stare. I wanted to slap it right off his face, but maturity got the best of me, and I began avoiding this little punk.
Unfortunately, Zac lives next door and would drop by to borrow my DVDs and try to impress me with his frequent road rage stories. We also discussed mental disorder, as I was studying it, at the time, to understand the ex. He revealed that his mom, had similar issues. Moving on, Zac asked me to drive him to the airport. During the trip, I commented on a radio news story, and Zac blew a gasket. He began screaming in a rage that, I was fucking him up mentally before his flight. I wanted to push him out on the side of the road, but maturity got the best of me. It rattled my nerves for days. He returned and acted like nothing had happened. At this point, I more then suspected he was some kind of narcissistic toxic person. I walked on egg shells to avoid, what I deemed, an inevitable confrontation.
One day, Zac woke me up at 9 am with a problem. Once again, his mother had shut his phone off the family plan. He needed to borrow my phone, again. When he woke me up at 10 to return it, he was freaking out, saying his mother was evil. I said, she was just sick, and he exploded in an atomic temper tantrum. He began screaming " I will destroy you! I am going to be more successful then you! I am so much smarter then you! It was quite a fit, to which I responded, "ooooooooooooh". While wiggling my fingers. "Go ahead". Of course he did nothing but demand a DVD he lent me months earlier. While I was looking for it, he was screaming, demanding it, then he attacked my front door and flat screen TV. I called the police, who made him apologise and talked me out of pressing charges.
The grand finally came a month later. I checked outside, his car was gone, the coast was clear. Oh shit! He is sitting outside at 8 am, drunk. I duck back in but, too late. He begins telling me, if I ever need him to watch my dogs, he'll be there for me. LMAO! I decide to fake an errand and leave for hours. I come back and he's gone. Soon after a friend of his shows up with a baseball bat looking for him. Zac robbed his marijuana. I talk the guy out of getting himself in trouble and he leaves. Moments later Zac shows up, shirtless and desperate. He's freaking out about a little girl trapped in a car. I don't believe him but, I tell him to call the cops. His phone is broken suddenly, so I give him mine. He calls 911 and rambles the incoherent story, hangs up, hopeless. He goes inside and the cops call back. I give them the info, and they say, they were just there last night...
So What happened while I was sleeping that night??? Zac got a DUI and his car impounded. He came home and tried to force himself into a new female tenants apartment. She called the cops, who then, talked her into letting it slide, as a drunk mistake. In the morning, Zac left her a perverted apology written on four paper towels, then robbed his friends weed, and then with my help, called the cops on himself. They took him away in cuffs as, the female tenant, weed guy and Zac's girlfriend all show up. We all read the child like, pervert note together. It was loaded with transparent nuttery but most disturbing was his excuse for the attempted break in. He blamed it on his girlfriend leaving early, and that he couldn't cum with her. He followed it up by mentioning she had a cute kitty, and if she wanted to date he would love it. I saved it, and gave it to the cops later that night. He was held for evaluation, for three days. He has been out a week now, hiding in his apartment. No sign of his car yet. Just a BMX bike parked by his door. I have to admit, it was very satisfying. I know, it's wrong to take pleasure in such things but, Ahhhhh haaaa.
Moral of the story: No revenge is necessary. They will destroy themselves. Guaranteed.
I met this nice kids about 3 years ago on set, when he approached me saying, he lived around the corner from me, and wanted to know, if there where any available apartments in my building. I told him no, but took his number, and said, I'd call him when one opened up. Months later I did, and he moved in next door. Zack seemed totally normal. A hopeful actor with a friendly smile. He loved movies and trained boxing. It wasn't long before I noticed, the slightest criticism, or comment he disagrees with, evokes an odd look in his eye. A tough guy stare. I wanted to slap it right off his face, but maturity got the best of me, and I began avoiding this little punk.
Unfortunately, Zac lives next door and would drop by to borrow my DVDs and try to impress me with his frequent road rage stories. We also discussed mental disorder, as I was studying it, at the time, to understand the ex. He revealed that his mom, had similar issues. Moving on, Zac asked me to drive him to the airport. During the trip, I commented on a radio news story, and Zac blew a gasket. He began screaming in a rage that, I was fucking him up mentally before his flight. I wanted to push him out on the side of the road, but maturity got the best of me. It rattled my nerves for days. He returned and acted like nothing had happened. At this point, I more then suspected he was some kind of narcissistic toxic person. I walked on egg shells to avoid, what I deemed, an inevitable confrontation.
One day, Zac woke me up at 9 am with a problem. Once again, his mother had shut his phone off the family plan. He needed to borrow my phone, again. When he woke me up at 10 to return it, he was freaking out, saying his mother was evil. I said, she was just sick, and he exploded in an atomic temper tantrum. He began screaming " I will destroy you! I am going to be more successful then you! I am so much smarter then you! It was quite a fit, to which I responded, "ooooooooooooh". While wiggling my fingers. "Go ahead". Of course he did nothing but demand a DVD he lent me months earlier. While I was looking for it, he was screaming, demanding it, then he attacked my front door and flat screen TV. I called the police, who made him apologise and talked me out of pressing charges.
The grand finally came a month later. I checked outside, his car was gone, the coast was clear. Oh shit! He is sitting outside at 8 am, drunk. I duck back in but, too late. He begins telling me, if I ever need him to watch my dogs, he'll be there for me. LMAO! I decide to fake an errand and leave for hours. I come back and he's gone. Soon after a friend of his shows up with a baseball bat looking for him. Zac robbed his marijuana. I talk the guy out of getting himself in trouble and he leaves. Moments later Zac shows up, shirtless and desperate. He's freaking out about a little girl trapped in a car. I don't believe him but, I tell him to call the cops. His phone is broken suddenly, so I give him mine. He calls 911 and rambles the incoherent story, hangs up, hopeless. He goes inside and the cops call back. I give them the info, and they say, they were just there last night...
So What happened while I was sleeping that night??? Zac got a DUI and his car impounded. He came home and tried to force himself into a new female tenants apartment. She called the cops, who then, talked her into letting it slide, as a drunk mistake. In the morning, Zac left her a perverted apology written on four paper towels, then robbed his friends weed, and then with my help, called the cops on himself. They took him away in cuffs as, the female tenant, weed guy and Zac's girlfriend all show up. We all read the child like, pervert note together. It was loaded with transparent nuttery but most disturbing was his excuse for the attempted break in. He blamed it on his girlfriend leaving early, and that he couldn't cum with her. He followed it up by mentioning she had a cute kitty, and if she wanted to date he would love it. I saved it, and gave it to the cops later that night. He was held for evaluation, for three days. He has been out a week now, hiding in his apartment. No sign of his car yet. Just a BMX bike parked by his door. I have to admit, it was very satisfying. I know, it's wrong to take pleasure in such things but, Ahhhhh haaaa.
Moral of the story: No revenge is necessary. They will destroy themselves. Guaranteed.
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