If you read the last entry, you know that I live with a bona-fide mental patient. When we last left BiPolar Middle Aged Black Woman, she called the cops on her young Puerto Rican boyfriend. Not more than 2 days later, homeboy is back in her good graces, cooking her lobster and shrimp. So now you know, folks. You wanna keep a crazy black woman happy? Plow seafood into her face..
I have an amazing ability to make friends with people even in the most extreme cases, and her next door neighbors (who have known her all her life and know that she will probably die untreated) are this really cool Afrocentric arty couple in their 50’s who dig me. So while she’s scarfing seafood with her dysfunctional other, I go hang with the arty couple and have a great time. My friend comes over and we 4 hang and have a great night. Until..
The psychotic bitch, who made such a production about her man being there, LEAVES him there to come next door and throw a hissy fit. She can’t even TRY to fake decorum. She barges in and starts looking around like a wife looking for evidence of infidelity. She even went and found some other building chick and brought her too. We are staring at her like she’s got two heads, incredulous that she is really that insane. I used to use the word crazy arbitrarily, but now I really see what it means. She had no way of moderating herself on any level. She thought it was perfectly normal that she get an attitude..
My friend and I get back in a few hours later to find that her and her dude are rolling their asses off on Ecstasy. It’s like listening to a severely retarded couple trying to discuss their relationship. The bitch had an attitude cause I hung out with the neighbors for "3 and a half hours" but not with her and her man. She was nasty and cold and totally 180 degrees from where she was hours before. At 4am, this punk knocks on my bedroom door, with that jaw-nashing shit that E heads have, telling me that my friend can stay cause HE says so. I look in his eyes and realize that I have to get out of this situation ASAP.
It’s a very fine line I have to walk for the next month. I have to somehow hold my tongue and mask my thoughts until I have enough money to leave. I’m not telling her when or where. I’ll just find another place and I’ll wait for her to go to work and move. Leave the keys with the neighbors. It’s like THAT. I thought I knew people who were crazy, but this is scary. She tells me that she’s scared to death of fires cause she’s had two already and lost everything she had. Mkay. The other day someone comes to the door and she leaves and leaves a pot of boiling water on. Thank god I smelled the bottom of the pot burning and turned it off. She comes back and I tell her she did that and all she was concerned about was why I didn’t hang with her and her man over the weekend. Every time I speak to this woman, I get a feeling of dread cause she is so clearly lost that even logic doesn’t work. You look in her eyes and she doesn’t even get that she’s nuts. That’s the true sign that someone is mentally ill. If you know someone and they say "I think something is wrong with me cause I feel bad" or they know they aren’t happy or well, then chances are they aren’t insane. They just have some issues to sort through. But this is not that case. She goes from one extreme to another with such speed that she can’t see it. I alternate between feeling sorry for her, to feeling like I have to get the hell out of there before something bad happens.
I won’t say that I’m psychic, but I have a bad feeling about the boyfriend. It’s when he shows up that it knocks her off of whatever fragile balance she has. It’s always the same type of guy, no matter what the race is. Insecure, fawning, immature, chaotic, manipulative, unable to stay still, always needs to be drunk or high before confronting anything, easily intimidated and needs to be paid attention to at any cost. I know this type well. I hate that type of guy and he knows it immediately. I am the match to his gasoline cause I have no patience for that type of punk. A guy like him finds nothing wrong with playing on the emotions of a mentally ill woman, and now he sees that I am hip to the kind of asshole he is and he gets no respect from me. Maybe a condescending pleasantness, but never respect. My homeboy is a very large brother whom he is already intimidated by. It’s only a matter of time before he tries to assert his "authority" cause he knows he has none. All I can hope is that this is kept at bay for the next 3 weeks and I can slip out of here quietly.
