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Why am I *that* person?

Some of you may remember that I put my office furniture up on Craigslist so I can re-do it in a manner of a lounge. I got a hit from someone yesterday that only wanted specific pieces, could they just have those, can they come see it, etc. After 14 messages later [oy] where they told me their whole schedule for work, dinner plans, etc. they finally came by and dithered over them. Then while the husband started an argument with the wife about how she always buys "crap" the mother interrupted that to tell me all about her daughter getting "knocked up" and not going to college, not even waiting long after graduation to "do it" and the "baby daddy" was in the car not helping them decide what to buy and maybe he wouldn't "get off his ass" to help them carry it to the car, etc.

Oh, the daughter was there. Standing right there with us. So I gracefully excused myself "to let them come to a decision" and they start going through my books. So I gracefully entered my office and engaged them so they would leave my things alone. Then the mother told me about how she hates DELL computers, because they suck. I have a Dell, prominently on display. Which, she points out, is why she wanted to mention it to me.

I JUST DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT, you guys. Why am I that person that attracts the crazies? Why do I have to be "nice" and make people feel like they can tell me their problems and show me their weird moles? I don't want to see your weird mole, YES you should go to the doctor, OH MY GOD. Yo lo creo. No me gusta!! [These people did not, in fact, show me moles. I have had people do that before, however.]

They did buy the furniture, they took their time getting it out, and as soon as the door was shut, I locked the door and let them figure it out from there. (They moved it off to the porch.)

Sometimes we all need reminders (me, included.) Everything happening in your life isn't important. Everything happening in your family's life isn't meant for public consumption. Arguing in public is awful. Insulting (even jokingly) your spouse or child in public (especially) is rotten. It makes everyone want to run away from you. Or it makes me question why I let you in my house and wonder how quickly I can get rid of you. I'm just saying. I've written up some "helpful rules" that maybe need a refresher for some folks. LOL.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for a massage so I can blog about that and then later about my boogers and why my kids and husband suck. Because I'm the exception. Ahahahaha. WHEE IT'S FRIDAY!!


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Oct. 23rd, 2009 04:59 pm (UTC)
Man, I sometimes kind of think anonymity-bolstered Internet wank has permeated real life culture, and that's why some people lack the concept of social boundaries/graces. Then I remember they were ALWAYS dicks.

Unfortunately, crazies are attracted to certain people like moths to a flame. Or something. It might be hereditary, because my whole family's crazy or a crazy magnet or both. If only you could LJ ban people from your life, wouldn't that be awesome?!
Oct. 23rd, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, how can I use a real life ban button!? THAT WOULD COME IN SO HANDY!
Oct. 23rd, 2009 04:59 pm (UTC)
Well, you're excused - it's a blog. If I don't want to read about the Boy and Sally and the bunch, I just click the little red "x" and you don't even know that I glossed over you today (which I usually don't unless I'm swamped). I'm not even in danger of hurting your feelings that way, delicate flower that you are.

Now in real life, that's a different story.

Also: first?
Oct. 23rd, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC)
D'oh, seconds away from being first! Or frist, even!

I am SUCH a delicate flower, a hot house flower that requires CONSTANT ATTENTION. Now, tell me if this thing on my butt crack looks right to you...
Oct. 23rd, 2009 05:15 pm (UTC)
LOL!! I'm fairly certain they called the office here after they left your place and asked to be in a movie. Crazies are FUN!
Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHA. DId they then submit their resume written on the back of their bail bonds receipt?
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Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
The guy that bought my piano was just great. Honestly, he was a 28 year old version of my dad. So we got along like a house on fire. :D

I kinda think they're like this all the time. They're those people. I just loved her husband calling my stuff "crap," too. FUN TIMES. But hey, his money is cooling off in my pocket, so whatever, dude.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 05:39 pm (UTC)

Oh, I completely one of those people too.

I feel like I have a sign on my forehead that says, "Please tell me your life story. I promise to find it very interesting and give you lots of advice."

I really need to have it surgically removed.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
Tell me how the procedure goes so I can be prepared. ;)
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Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)

Garlic, check. Also I should start flicking people in the face, more. That could be "my thing."

OH NOES. Could they be saved? I bet they can - stick some bacon in there, bacon fixes everything!
Oct. 23rd, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
I know how that is people telling you things you don't want to know, I just nod and stand there or walk away.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:22 pm (UTC)
I have a hard time just walking away, I have to do that polite thing and make it seem like they're not weirdos. And sometimes that takes a LONG TIME to get away. Gah.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 06:19 pm (UTC)
I ride the lightrail to work and the other day it was raining and crappy out. And the train was rather crowded. I smiled and shrugged at a woman who then proceeded to tell me she was doing a 90 jail sentence in a REALLY LOUD VOICE. and where she lived and how great the bus system was in her town and how I (meaning ME) should be careful about drinking and driving.
I could feel everyone shrinking away from me - leaving me in the spotlight of her crazy eyes.
I don't smile on the train anymore.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:22 pm (UTC)

Oh my god, I shouldn't laugh but that's HORRIBLE. And you tell your story so well. Hee.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 06:47 pm (UTC)
Arguing in public is awful.

OMG IT REALLY IS. There should be signs up in public prohibiting arguments alongside the ones for smoking. It always pings my embarrassment squick. (Which is pretty strong. When my boyfriend and his sister got into an argument at their mom's house, I pretty much wanted to crawl under the sofa until it was over.)

P.S. I get the crazies too. That's why I'm sure to bring my mp3 player whenever I'm in public and wear my hear back so it's obvious I have ear buds in.
Oct. 23rd, 2009 07:24 pm (UTC)
Disagreements? Debates? That's one thing. ARGUING and bitching and being unhappy and yelling at someone in public is just SO AWFUL.

Oooh, ponytail + ear buds = MY SOLUTION. I'll make a habit of that, ASAP!
Oct. 24th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Off-topic, but I can't stop staring at your icon.


Edited at 2009-10-24 06:44 pm (UTC)
Oct. 24th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Ha, I had to come back and check to see which icon you meant. And thank you, my right click "Save Image As" skills are very advanced. :P
Oct. 23rd, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Thats... odd. o.O
Oct. 24th, 2009 12:21 am (UTC)
This is why Batman has the right idea. No one ever tells their life story to Batman. In fact, for the most part, most people don't talk to him period.
Oct. 24th, 2009 12:30 am (UTC)
Oct. 24th, 2009 01:08 am (UTC)
Oct. 24th, 2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
Did they at least buy something, so you were compensated for your time and their crazy? :-/
Oct. 25th, 2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
I share your concern
Those people would creep me out. I think I would have kicked them out the moment they bad talked my Dell. Well, maybe sooner. Touching your stuff. Tsk! Tsk!
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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