When Crazy Comes A Callin

crazy-womanTooling through my 6th decade, I’m very selective who I allow into my life.  It comes from years of making the error of not checking mental credentials.

When you come from an alcoholic home, this becomes crucial.

It’s no surprise to have the instincts of a cat.  It stems from years of not knowing what you’ll walk into.  You finally realize in the last leg of your tour, if you will, you needn’t live that way any longer.  Call it consciousness, with a shot of grace.

So what do you do when some nut sneaks in the backdoor?

It’s a business situation I’m in that on the back-end, will be great for me.  Unfortunately, one of the people involved is driving me batty.  They’re the go-between…conduit, wingman, link…the liaison with the man I’m doing business with, who I’ve come to really like.

The big mystery is…why he puts up with this person.

My friends all tell me to keep my eye on the ball.  “They’re merely a pebble in your shoe,” said Evelyn.  “Don’t kill the messenger,” quipped Chris.

Yeah well, this ACOA survivor (adult child of an alcoholic), would like to kill the messenger, to put us all out of their misery.

In Ala-Non, a 12 Step Program for us tainted by the effects of alcohol, teaches you, not to pick up the rope.  In other words, when provoked, walk away.  It’s hard to beat someone who has the isms of alcoholism.  I don’t know this creature’s history, but mark my words, a cocktail shaker lurks somewhere.

It’s that knee-jerk reaction going from 1 to 100 without passing go.  The blame on everyone else not taking responsibility for your own actions. How it’s always about you, outraged when others beg to differ.  Doesn’t matter if you’re not the main focus in say, a business situation.  You’re so insane you don’t see just how inappropriate your conduct is…a loose gun pulled out when least expected.

So I have a crackpot in my midst.  Pebbles, thanks to Evelyn’s remark, is my new name for my bonkers go-between.  I must detach with an axe if I have to, so they don’t reopen my many wounds.

It’s tough coming from a background equal to three tours in Nam.  And like any veteran who has seen and endured too much bloodshed, you don’t care to reminisce.

All things pass, as they say, and this will too.  It’s up to me to emerge unscathed.  Easier said than done, my friends.

Easier said than done.





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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17 Responses to When Crazy Comes A Callin

  1. micklively says:

    I know you are strong enough to keep your head down to protect yourself. But I also know your weakness: if Pebbles starts giving someone else grief, particularly someone vulnerable, you won’t be able to control yourself. Think on!

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    • I tried being empathetic seeing what a mess I’m dealing with. They need understanding, however…I’m too sensitive to deal with the abuse. If I had tougher skin, it would be different but as you know, even with a sailors’ lexicon, my heart just doesn’t take a punch the way it used to.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Hopefully you won’t have to deal with this thorn in your side for too long. Just think how great it will feel when the Pebble is finally gone.
    By the way, on a side note, one of my son’s once dated a very cute girl named Pebbles. Poor kid.

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    My mind is blank. I have nothing enlightening to say. Do you ever have those kind of days? 😉 Stay out of the line of fire as much as you can. Soon it will be over and you won’t have to deal with her anymore! ~Elle

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  4. Wonderfully written. In fact it was so true (of course it’s all true as you lived it) that I thought you were in a business agreement with my ex. Then I realized that there are others. Unfortunately. Keep your eye on the goal and don’t let the flying bullets distract you!

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  5. Why must it always be easier said than done? I’m a cray magnet so I just tighten the strap on my helmet and head out into this world every day with anticipation of cray cray. Hope it works out in the end.


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