my "friend" totally just yelled at me

Yeah the flow and ebb of the moon really make a difference with a lot of people (like how crime rates increase drastically on either new or full). Sounds like he was just at his boiling point. I don't know, if he doesn't blow up like that all the time I'd probably forgive him-just because he is human. We all freak out sometimes, whether its justified or not. Then, if you're any kind of decent person, you feel like a total douche afterward.

But in the end, its your call. You gotta do what you feel is right.

 

the wonderful serendipity of m boards. a thread starts with the pain and suffering after a personal screaming at, and goes off into the topic of coffee. am i alone when i say that starbucks is good for one thing: a poweful laxative if you've been stopped up for a week or so. i hate the shit, starsucks coffee. maybe uncle zeke here is gettin old, but i can't stand coffee as strong as toilet cleaner and having the consistency of thick clay mud. fuck!(as in happy exclamation sense of fuck the all purpose adjective), how my memories can still make my body , senses and picture show in the brain(the imagination)relive a memory" holy shit, thanks you great god awmighty!" i remember vividly just now, close up: a white short sleeve, a powerful ebony male arm, then zoom out, a black man in crisp white, lite cotton summer food servers uniform, pouring me and others coffee from those wonderful metal coffee percolators. he looked like a strong navy man, and so adroit and yet at same time at ease. the coffee was that tea orange brown color where you could see your spoon in it at the bottom of those simple, yet wonderful, low rise, like a little bowl with handle, cafeteria cups with the green stripe or simple green or red ornamentation around the top.

the setting, the modern concrete and greystone with sunken pool and fountain in the middle, in one of usa's better art history museums(a potpourri of art and design from every era of civilization, from every culture around the globe and best of all, no entrance fee). i use to hang out there in the museum and in the courtyard several days a week. i just got out of the "Ritz Carlton" of university mental health units(the looney bin) where even poor bastards like me and blacks from this majority population af-am would get a rest and a refuge from the world outside that drove us nuts or broke our nerves, mixed in with some of the wealthiest fellow loons and emotional invalids from the metropolitan area. And most wonderful of all of this mental hospital(just one of many various hospital buildings to this huge university medical center. what was cool was that there several miles of tunnels connecting all the hospital buildings. so for example, in inclement weather you could go from looney tune hospital to orthopeadic hospital building without getting wet, cold or over heated, i.e. without going outside.

And the greatest thing about the looney bin i was in is that the shrinks did not use torture drugs(e.g. olanzepine, zyprexa(r)--same med actually--, seroquil, haldol, clozapine, risperdahl, et al) on my fellow patients, unlike myself, who saw or heard shit that was not there(hallucinators) or thought, for example they was "the king of spain(delusional). this is rare, but should be the rule. one shrink there was quoted in the newspaper that "mental illness is not a crime, it is not indicative of latent criminality and that forced treatment was against the US constitution's bill of rights. god bless the fucking dude!

I found that the people on my floor, the mood disorders ward, were harder to get along with and some even violent. but in the psychotics and schizophrenic floor just below which i visited alot because i fell in love with a patient there, it was like paradise compared to all the arguments and fights on the floor i was on. AND AGAIN, THE PSYCHOS WERE NOT PEACEFUL CAUSE THEY WERE ON TORTURE DRUGS, CHEMICAL STRAIT JACKETS, CHEMICAL IRON MAIDENS, all apt descriptions of these evil class of drugs called neuroleptics. ON THE CONTRARY: THE PSYCHOS AND SCHIZOIDS ON THE FLOOR BELOW WERE NOT ON NEUROPLEPTICS. THEY WERE GIVEN "DAVID AND LISA" TALK, REST AND ACTIVITY TREATMENT. whereas the emotional invalids and creeps on my floor were pumped full of prozac. and the patients that were most disruptive on my floor became that way AFTER THEIR STUPID FUCKING SHRINKS PUT THEM ON TORTURE DRUGS!!! o the irony huh?!

.....so i have digressed the thread even further from emotional suffering due to one person getting yelled at, to coffee and now my wayward branch of the thread goes to museums to nut houses. it is sort of neat serendipity is...but now i am tired. peace love and all that good shit to readers and posters, later....

 

a new friendship is entirely too early to allow someone to yell at you. a long term friendship, based on mutual respect and understanding can withstand an occaisional erratic outburst, because people just get comfortable with each other after a while and things just start coming out. but you know enough about them to know it's not the norm. but a new friendship? how do you know it's not the norm? either give one more chance or don't bother.

and i wouldn't worry about crying about it. but i tend not to keep people around who do that too much.

 

Thanks :hide:


Hotwater

 

Insightfull story,EV.

 

Fool me once,shame on you.Fool me twice,shame on me. And what Mama k said.

 

that's right... good advice and a wonderful story... very descriptive ... very thought provoking. I'm a little flaky though, skipped through alot of it.

We actually had a pretty good talk about it yesterday... after a drive, 2 tim horton's coffees, and couple of hugs, I think we are good. He actually felt I wasn't listening to him at all. Pfffffft.

I'm still wondering about a few things but that's my mind for ya.

 

tl;dnr ahahahahhahahahahhaaahahhah:coffee:

 

that's exactly what I thought. hahaha I'm so lazy.