I haven’t really been hanging around wordpress much lately , what with constant overwhelming illness, surgery and general poor health on and off. Now that surgery is over I am please to be up and about a bit more than I used to be — happy dance inserted here.
Aging thought is a big deal issue , for my entire life I have looked after other people, turned the other cheek when people who are boring, idiotic or rude to me. Lately I noticed I can’t I just can’t my level of patience just flew out the window.
Most grown ups manage life and fall into an easy rhythm with themselves and with others but some seem to never really grow up. In cleaning out the dirty closet of my life I am happily getting rid of those that hung around my neck like annoying anchors.
I think in particular of one person with whom I had nothing in common, who had the emotional intelligence of a backwards child and who had no life experience. I have owned cars, homes, raised children, both my own and others…. been married, divorced, paid for children to eat to go to camp to get braces and to travel out into the world. This women, let us call her Ethel is not only a FIFTY YEAR OLD VIRGIN (yes I swear there is such a creature) but she is an energy vampire . She is the kind of person that only wants to hang onto someone, not out of friendship but for gossip, dirt anything at all that she had never experienced in her life. Once in a while I tested this out, and I would throw her a tidbit of gossip real or made up to see her grotesque face twist in delight . Her eyes would bulge out of their socket, her third chin would bury deeper into itself and her entire face would twist in grotesque delight as she exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure over someone’s mis fortune.
She aggravated people to the point that a simple dinner date turned into a nightmare because of the 1001 emails and messages she would send prior to said dinner reading “are we still on” over and over.. so by the time I had to actually see her her and listening to her gossip about her family ( no life of her own ) or her co-worker ( Greek, overweight I know this because perfectly dreadful Ethel spends all her day policing other women’s bodies, she does not approve of how her co worker lives, works or eats thus her ethnicity … became, to dreadful Ethel a symbol of all the Greek peoples both now and past. Poor old Ethel … so simple that her boss once said without this job she would be in the welfare line up. Thus a friendship borne out of pity began.
Why why why did I put up with dreadful Ethel for so long? It was not like I did not know and by the time I had any encounter at all with dreadful Ethel I would be so aggravated I had to self medicate with anti anxiety. Finally one horrid and boring dinner was the end of it…. I pushed the button and ejected her back into her world of garden tours, and weekend plays all purchased using a discount coupon. No risk, no life Ethel I need you to go back Jack and gossip about people that are smarter than you with someone else. Yet I wonder does her brother and her sister in law know that she has detailed every single aspect of their life to virtual strangers? I wonder would they care?
Let’s face it though it is not just dreadful, buck toothed, lumpy, pop eyed virginal Ethel that is the problem she is just quite simply the result of a tabloid world where people are happy to live off the gossip and misfortune of others. Did someone close to you die? Just tell dreadful Ethel and she would have a virtual gossip orgasm. Finally though it is time to put dreadful Ethel into the past and shake of her energy leaching vibes and move forward.
People like energy sucking Ethel are the kind you may have to put up with in the workplace … smile and pat on the head but trust me do not bring them into your home because once you do your life is open season for her vicarious thrill.
Goodbye dreadful Ethel… may you find happiness in your discount coupon garden tours and your vicarious thrill in the life of your co worker.
She is not the first to go and she is not the last … closet cleaning is a virtual new fad in America ( thank you Marie Kondo ) and I am now cleaning out my personal life.. but first the worst had to go. The one person that made my energy run so low I had to to jump start it will clonazepam.
I am too old, too tired and too fed up with dreadful Ethels any more and like the screaming toddler in the public space Ethel had to go.