I am so tired of having repetative, multi-hour depressing conversations with people who need money, favors, support, hand-holding, etc.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sympathetic, and we've always tried to be there for people, but I'm tapped. I'm just fucking tapped. It never ends and I can't take it any more.
Same people, same problems, over and over and over and for some reason I always have to do something for their solution to work. There's usually $$ invovled, and every single freaking time the $$$ gets bigger. And the $$ only come back about 25% of the time.
And I could handle that, except then I get guff when I suggest that maybe they could do something different and maybe they would get different result, and then I get the "How could you ever understand what I'm going through? Everything is so easy for you."
Little hint for you bunny-head: It get a whole lot easier when you keep trying to get stuff done, and you try different things until you find the way that works for you. It's only this hard if you keep trying to do it the wrong way.
And the best part? Tonights little gem came from someone who says: "I Just wish I could get him (her husband) to go on Dr. Phil. Dr. Phil would straighten him out."
Yeah. That's what your husband needs - to be verbally abused on national television by a tin-plated dictator with delusions of Godhood.
Find. Another. Answer.
I've tried giving advice, money, time, help and sympathy. There's nothing left. All I can do is hang on the phone and say "uh huh. uh huh" while the long-distance phone line between here and the Canadian border siphons away both my money and my will to live.
Probably just as well. I would have to be crazy to want to live in a world where anyone thinks that Dr. Phil is the answer to anything.
It's like Dr. Phil says:
"Life is like a pinball game. Every decision that you make, every breath you take is like deciding to knit instead of perl, or red instead of blue, and at the end, those are the pants that you have to wear because you lie in them."
We think he may have eaten the wrong mushrooms at the time, but the advice is still sound.
I've never tried to teach a monkey to do calculus. I don't know that it's impossible, but I'm pretty sure that I don't have the patience for it. Then again, I'm not a math professor or a monkey wrangler, so perhaps that's a bad analogy.
Dr. Phil's big characteristic is that he's a jerk, and that works in a lot of situations. It sounds an awful lot like what your bunny-headed individual wants is someone to take the responsibility for saying the things that she wants to say to her husband rather than doing it herself; whether she either doesn't have the courage to do it or doesn't have the power to affect the relationship is moot, there is a communication problem there that's not going to correct itself. Not all that uncommon. I'd suggest counseling, but that rarely goes over well in the Tundra, and sometimes a monkey is just gonna fling poo.
Note that doesn't say whether she's right or not, just that she's not getting the results that she wants.
I got no answers. I know you're not really looking for them, but I'm a guy, I have to try to fix things. Even when it's 4 in the morning and I'm still half asleep because the dog woke me up because she had to go outside.
Thanks. Although I think you might need to take a couple of those "X"'s off the per hour thing :-).
It was a rant. I needed to do it. Throw off the bad stuff to make room for good. You know how it is.
I got an apology call today. that's nice. It won't get me my hour-and-a-half-that-I-should-have-spent-s
Apparantly, for a good deal of the conversation, the Peppermint Schnapps was talking.
You know it's bad when someone gets mouthy-drunk on Peppermint Schnapps.
It's only this hard if you keep trying to do it the wrong way.
Or if you don't try to do anything at all, except whine and moan and wallow in dysfunctionality. Then the only thing other people can do is bash you across the head with a shovel and hope that gets your attention.