I realize hate’s a strong word and whatever happened to, Love thy neighbor? It’s in the back of the closet right next to honor thy father and thy mother. Yeah well, both those ships have sadly sailed, though the first still holds a pinch of promise.
Honoring my parents wasn’t so easy since they were drunk most of the time, and when sober, hungover and mean, my dad less so solely directing his ire at my mother. She could have made a fortune at the Tower of London serving linguine in between tortures, her opera pearls the perfect noose.
Loving thy neighbor is another challenge. The one who called me for advice is a girl who lives across the street. A pompous, prim, I went to Vassar, and you did not, kinda gal brandishing her diploma like a .38
There’s never a time she doesn’t point out my lack of education. She also writes, and because she’s a bit unstable on a medley of antidepressants, I try never to trump her in any way, a feat that should make me eligible for sainthood. If she ever knew I was published, since she is not, she’d probably slit her wrists…that’s how important it is for her to be perceived as better. That said….she called me because her landlord is harassing her, and what should she do?
I’ve been known to fight with mine so I’m the designated dope that’s supposed to come to her rescue.
Last time she saw me coming from the library she said, “You’re a member of The Society Library? You actually read….I’m shocked.”
See why helping her is a stretch?
Now 12 Step teaches you, it’s perfectly okay to say no that, by the way, is a complete sentence. In other words, you needn’t ever explain. It also suggests detaching with love, but if an axe is necessary by all means, go to the woodshed.
What isn’t mentioned is the guilt you feel when you don’t heed the call.
So I acknowledged her through email rather than in person, what she preferred. To be perfectly honest, I bristle in her presence and my desire to slam her becomes too great. I simply said, she has rights, including a number to call for free legal advice.
She’s still hounding me for a meeting, but no can do, self-preservation taking precedence challenging guilt to a duel.
Maybe someone at Vassar could help her, which is what I added at the very end.
Yes, we know it was snide, but her narcissism will not, as it flies over her swelled head like a lost balloon.
Love thy neighbor?
Alright, but sometimes online is the best you can do.