The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
EPISODE FORTY NINE: Watch Who You Park Yourself Next To
The following is based on a small minority of people in the world. Most people are good and others can be changed. This one is about the ones that have no plan in changing or a want. And we have run into these people at least once in our lives.
When I first started to drive, I was real particular on what car I parked next to in a parking lot. If I had a choice, I would park by something new or expensive. The idea of coming back to the car and seeing a ding or a dent or a scratch scared me. Sometimes I would have to park next to a vehicle that was probably a year away from the junk yard. It would have dents and rust and maybe a cracked windshield. Maybe the car door was a different color or the bumpers would be smashed in. Odds are the driver of these Frankenstein’s wouldn’t care if they opened their door too wide and dented my car. And the amount of crap that filled the car would tell me how much this person cared about anything was very telling.
Yes, I was a car chauvinist.
And to a degree, I still am. If given a choice, I still try to park next to a nicer vehicle than a junker. I don’t have the best car in the world but I want to keep it as nice as possible. I mean, shouldn’t we all?
There are some people in this world that is the same as those junkers. There aren’t a lot in this world but they can make our life hell.
Sometimes we find ourselves being ‘friends’ with them. You’re not sure how you did. Maybe they have a way with words and they are able to slither into your life like a snake in oil. At first, they seem wonderful. Next thing you know, you become their punching bag. You become their crap dumping ground.
They start to belittle you, make you feel as if you’re doing wrong. They could teach a class on passive-aggressiveness in college. They make you feel like that if you need to do something in your life that will help you but doesn’t help them, it will be the worst thing in the world.
These people will try and crush your soul, your heart and your spirit.
Why? Why do these people feel the need to do these things.
This is strictly my opinion but I think it’s sound and solid.
They are jealous of you, what you do and how you do it. And they see a person that might be too nice for there own good, they take advantage of it, and try to bring you down to their level. It’s a game to them. They feel their claws dig in with little resistance and they just keep sinking them in, deeper and deeper.
I have known people like this in my life. Not a lot but enough. And I use to be ‘too nice’. I didn’t like making people mad or upset. And they saw this. And used it to their advantage.
And odds are you knew somebody like this, too.
There came a point, though, where a switch went off in my head. I got pushed into a corner too many times and said enough already. I said ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!’ (any Network fans out there?)
From that moment on, new friends had to past tests. And it took time. I could be friends with somebody but I wouldn’t share too much personal stuff, nothing they could use against me. Over time, when I got to know them, I saw how they thought and how they spoke about other people, if I thought they were trust worthy, I would allow them to enter a circle closer to me. A closer parking place, if you will. And so on and so on.
It was hard for me to trust people completely for a while. I was tired of my car getting dinged and scratched because of carelessness or just plain meanness.
And I also started speaking up for myself. I became more confident of putting somebody in their place if I thought they were doing wrong. And I was ready to back it up. Nobody was going to put Baby in a corner….. (how about that, Dirty Dancing fans?)
Today, I have a close circle of friends. The ones I call my best friends, I believe in, I trust. And I think the world of them. I have no problem parking my car next to theirs. It’s taken me some time to get there. But I’m so glad that I did.
OK. I have a confession. First, let me see if this happens to you. Have you ever went out to your vehicle from going to the grocery store or the mall and the person that parked next to you has parked so close, that you’re having to think twice about how to get into your car? On many occasions, this has happen to me. I have even had to squeeze into either side of my car, back it out of the parking place so my wife could get in. It would make me so mad.
So, I started doing something. It’s something simple and there is no damage to their car.
I use my knuckle (not my finger because it would leave a fingerprint) and push in their side mirror. As far as I could. Some may not notice but odds are it will drive them crazy for a while until they take a minute to fix it.
So, if you ever come out to your car and a side mirror is out of wack….QUIT PARKING SO CLOSE!!!!!!
Dec. 16th 2016
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.