Earlier this week on an online support community, I attempted to communicate with a member that complained no-one was responding to their posts. I guessed that part of it was that they were difficult to read, but I left her a comment I would reread her posts in the morning and give them feedback.
(An average post by her ran about 1000 words with no paragraph breaks, punctuation only at the end of sentences and then with no space after the period, no apostrophes in contractions, and misspellings approximately every sixth word. The content of her posts can be summarized as that she has a lot of anger, hates people in general, hates her family, and she doesn't understand why she couldn't find a bunch of girlfriends like her to have slumber parties and watch The Thornbirds.)
Before I got around to replying to her posts today, I got the following message from her through their system:
I almost spit my drink at that. What do I know about maturity? Maybe I'd better rent The Thornbirds.
(An average post by her ran about 1000 words with no paragraph breaks, punctuation only at the end of sentences and then with no space after the period, no apostrophes in contractions, and misspellings approximately every sixth word. The content of her posts can be summarized as that she has a lot of anger, hates people in general, hates her family, and she doesn't understand why she couldn't find a bunch of girlfriends like her to have slumber parties and watch The Thornbirds.)
Before I got around to replying to her posts today, I got the following message from her through their system:
U are just too young for me as a friend sorry U I am 44 yrs old and looking for mature friendss who have been married a long time and my age sorry.
I almost spit my drink at that. What do I know about maturity? Maybe I'd better rent The Thornbirds.
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You are definitely much more mature than her.
I don't have a link to my LJ there, but she'd probably freak if she saw that I don't exclusively friend people within a few years of my age. She'd probably freak even more if I told her that my husband is her age! (:
(It would be really funny here if Typewriter Guy went "yip yip" like the Martians.)
Did you know that NFL player D'Brickashaw Ferguson was named after Father Ralph de Bricassart? *boggles*
I want/need friends.
But only if they match this very long list requirements."
Bah!
Let her wallow.
She needs professional help and trying to be helpful and friendly will either get you slapped down (wait that's already happened) or get you dragged into her swamp.
I left her swamp and helped walk a 65-year-old through getting enrollment paperwork for a prescription assistance program. I think that evens out my karmic debt for forgetting to put up the chicken soup last night.
LJ seeps over into my daily life sometimes, too. When I was doing my treatment plan update today and my case worker asked if I was using drugs (a standard question, nothing implied there), I replied, "I'm addicted to Skittles ...and crack!". After I stopped laughing I explained someone had actually said that to a friend of mine that's a case worker in another part of the country (
ah, age does not always come with experience, sometimes age comes all by it's self.
i'm older than she is, and i choose you as my friend.
i prefer to choose my friends by their brains and hearts and morals and such, not by anything as arbitrary as age.
and when i ask for help, i have the grace and courage to accept it with thanks.
Filling out my 2007 calendar this week, I wrote "have [name]'s card out in mail!" about a week before birthdays where I send cards. Hopefully that'll curb my habit of sending them belatedly.
As if she knows me or anything about my relationship with A to be the judge of that. So annoying. They're spending the next week together (the first time they've been alone since she left her husband) and it will be interesting to see how it goes. Wish him luck, 'cause I think she's a little crazy. ;)
I hope you're well! :)
I am doing quite well, thanks. I had a regular 8-week visit with my psychiatrist today, did a new treatment plan with my case worker, who noted that I've really improved since he saw me in June, and got a referral to a job rehabilitation program .I go back to the clinic in two weeks for my next medication refill. Since it's on a school day, I think I'll figure out the bus routes to get there and back on my own. It's time for me to get over my fear of DART. (Many people have told me it's anarchy compared to RTD, which is daunting, but I commuted via RTD for a couple of years and lived to tell the tale.)
At least you tried.
I love this. Very, very much.