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Tim stopped by this evening to let me know that he read my journal entry that mentioned him, and that he doesn't give a damn about me.
Then he stood on my front step and talked about his dramatic problems for about an hour while I stood cross armed and stared at him. He got a little hysterical when I didn't immediately fall into cooing and patting and tell him it was all fixable. I just stared at him.
I'm sure he thought it was calculated... but that's honestly all I could do; Just stare.
Because I've nothing to say to something like that. He showed up because he read something on my journal that mentioned him. And the first words out of his mouth are that he doesn't give a damn about me or about what I think.
Obviously not so.
Then he says that *I* abandoned him.
That I just wasn't there for him and let him down and so forth and so on.
So my feelings about him being mentally immature and incapable of seeing past the end of his own nose were pretty spot on.
It just never occured to him that I'd stopped talking to him and let out a rant because I was feeling used.
And it never occured to him how he could have possibly fixed that.

Instead he showed up just after that old rant to tell me I was worthless and a drain and a shitty friend to begin with. All bullshit. Just more and more bullshit from the Timster.
I'm not saying anything astonishing here. He knows full well that he's a bluffer.

Read a post from The God of Erudition and, as usual, I'm suddenly feeling like I probably don't write as well in this space as I should... as well as I can.
And I'm also feeling like ... well... that's just *him*... ya know?

I'm very sleepy.
But I'm going to call back my sweets anyway.

I want to banish the damned cookies from my house.
Hopefully that gets accomplished tomorrow.
I need to send off money orders too. So hopefully the cameras will be here, and loaded with film (well, the 35mm anyway) within 2 weeks.
Very very excited about that.

I find it.... disturbing ... that the WHOLE of the G-F list (except Mary and Chuck) now have LJs.

Just no G: tML communities, alright guys?

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mjfgates
Jan. 16th, 2002 02:08 am (UTC)
You should really have a big foam-rubber mallet for occasions like that. WHOMP!...

--

It's all my fault.

No, really.

Well, okay, it's more Alicia's fault, 'cos she's the one with the invite codes, but I always seem to be there in irc, doing the "join us... be one of us... be of the Body..." thing.. it's kinda fun. I should have been a drug dealer.

Anyway, that bastard wendigo isn't listing me as a friend, so I can't post wierd stuff on his journal entries.
maddening
Jan. 16th, 2002 09:37 am (UTC)
couldn't I have a big burnished steel mallet?


and yeah .. I know... I know...

I just ... find it odd that we've all pretty much got one now. In a way, for some reason, I thought of this journal as a place away from you people ::grin::

Mark's got it set up that you can only post if you're a friend?

Bah.
how wimpy.

frobisher
Jan. 16th, 2002 04:49 pm (UTC)
Does this mean you want us to leave?
maddening
Jan. 16th, 2002 09:37 am (UTC)
By the way... we need to have a talk about your icons.
::nods::
mjfgates
Jan. 16th, 2002 02:58 pm (UTC)
ohhhhhhh?
frobisher
Jan. 16th, 2002 12:03 pm (UTC)
Danny and Sean don't have lj's, do they? And then there are the lurkers who periodically pop their heads up.

I'm working on Mary right now, though...
maddening
Jan. 16th, 2002 01:39 pm (UTC)
Sean has one.
Danny doesn't yet, no...
So, Mary, Danny, and Chuck.

luvrhino
Jan. 16th, 2002 02:02 pm (UTC)
Mine doesn't really count, since i don't actually maintain a journal, nor do i intend to.

I just signed up at the behest of punkalicia so that i could examine you peoples' private parts.
mjfgates
Jan. 16th, 2002 02:57 pm (UTC)
Stop that, it tickles!
maddening
Jan. 16th, 2002 04:35 pm (UTC)
Yours counts.
You have an LJ account.
::shrug:: that's all I actually meant.
subliminalis
Jan. 16th, 2002 12:26 pm (UTC)
now, i hate to get involved in something i know nothing about, but the way you typed those first two paragraphs [Tim stopped by this evening to let me know that he read my journal entry that mentioned him, and that he doesn't give a damn about me.
Then he stood on my front step and talked about his dramatic problems for about an hour while I stood cross armed and stared at him. He got a little hysterical when I didn't immediately fall into cooing and patting and tell him it was all fixable. I just stared at him.
I'm sure he thought it was calculated... but that's honestly all I could do; Just stare.
Because I've nothing to say to something like that. He showed up because he read something on my journal that mentioned him. And the first words out of his mouth are that he doesn't give a damn about me or about what I think.
Obviously not so.
Then he says that *I* abandoned him.
That I just wasn't there for him and let him down and so forth and so on.
So my feelings about him being mentally immature and incapable of seeing past the end of his own nose were pretty spot on.
It just never occured to him that I'd stopped talking to him and let out a rant because I was feeling used.
And it never occured to him how he could have possibly fixed that.

Instead he showed up just after that old rant to tell me I was worthless and a drain and a shitty friend to begin with. All bullshit. Just more and more bullshit from the Timster.
I'm not saying anything astonishing here. He knows full well that he's a bluffer.</a>]

it seems like...you tell someone, "Dude, you whine alot." then they go, "Nooo, i donnnnnnnnnnnnntttt..."

ya know?

i dont understand how someone could just decide that it's OK to tell someone that they are worthless. God have mercy on the soul of the person that tells me that...
maddening
Jan. 16th, 2002 01:42 pm (UTC)
He's.... interesting.
Like I said... can't see past the end of his own nose.
Very self absorbed and moreso since his sister died... but in this backward sort of way.
Instead of making everything a matter that concentrates on him, it's now making everything a matter that DISTRACTS himself from him.
He needs the drama.
Because without the drama, he has far too much to think about.
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