The Trashcan is My Friend - Donna J Evans 4/24/18
It’s
3:00 am and I can’t sleep, my mind being too active. It’s like that, getting stuck in loops and processing and
regurgitating crap over and over. Constantly
bringing back the bad things, people that used me, let me down and disappointed
me. It all brings back reminders of my
own weaknesses, failings and neediness. I’ve written about all this in my diaries
many times over the years and sometimes I could let it go a little only for it
to rear it’s ugly Loch Ness head when things would get bad again. Each new recent encounter with some nasty, self-centered
person would start bringing out the smell of rotting corpses I thought I had
filed away.
Oh,
I’m so much better now about not getting involved and moving on fast. Life’s too short to deal with some
people. So, I’m down to only a few
people I trust to talk to, like my mom, sister, son and husband. Those are the only people I think I could
call in the middle of the night with an emergency.
Then
the computer and online interactions became more of a part of my life. With less real friends these sites were
enticing with the possibilities of casual friends and common interests. I’ll
have to admit I did learn a lot and found lots of resources for things that
weren’t locally available, but the downside was also daunting. Every crazy, unbalanced, self-centered
asshole now had a soapbox to comment and weigh in on something anyone
said. “Better to keep your mouth shut
and appear a fool than open it and remove all doubt”, seems to be the banner
for internet conversations. Everything
that sucked or was mediocre had a podium, of course making the creator think
they were true rock stars as someone out there would probably uck it up. The nastiness of insults never ends against
innocent people, a place people spit out garbage expecting their opinions to
have validity. Their insults say more
about their lack of intelligence and morality than the people they are
referring to.
I do
have to admit I did meet a couple of really nice people and there seemed to be
more if I’ld wanted to take more chances, but I also met a couple of the most
asinine characters who at first put on a front of being helpful and
friendly. Over the years, I’ve gotten
good at sizing up people pretty quickly and knowing who not to get involved
with. Unfortunately, that’s meant a lot
of people. I guess I’ve gotten pickier
over the years. I know my own problems
and I consider myself intelligent, capable and have been working on my
personality for years. With all my
efforts, I’m still not the person I want to be so it’s really hard to be around
mindless, low information people who don’t even know they have a problem, let
alone want to work on themselves. From
time to time I do still get tripped up as I try to give most people the benefit
over my doubts. I do try to see the good
in people. But…..
One
guy seemed to be a half-decent songwriter online and he’d had a lot of classes
with a pro-writer in Nashville, so I befriended him to learn to write a little
better. Unbeknownst or overlooked by me
he was an old nasty drunk soured by a life that he wasted, four failed
marriages and a music career that went nowhere.
Most of it was his fault in that he is incredibly lazy and self-centered
and never dealt with his problems. The kind that doesn’t even know he has a
problem but blames everyone and everything else. A classic case of an addictive
personality. One day he ruthlessly
attacked me and a song I was writing that he didn’t like, probably in a drunken
stupor. My husband would have never
talked to me like he did. Of course, I
let him know in no uncertain terms that our friendship was over. He left a bad taste in my mouth for writing
with internet people.
More
recently a Facebook young guy tried to friend me and at first I thought he just
wanted someone to be helpful and interesting to talk to. I should have known although I wanted to
believe he was a good person, but he wanted to engage in over the computer
sex. Ha! He knew I was the age of his mother
and he still tried to come on to me. Of
course, I had to cut that one short since I am happily married to a magic man.
Anyway,
back to 3:00 am and I can’t sleep rehashing all the wrongs in my life, I came
across a site that suggested an on your computer trashcan where you write about
the people who wronged you and you drop the writing in the trashcan. At some point you can even empty the trashcan
and they’re gone. Finally purged from
your life and forever gone ever knowing them.
So easy, so nice, mental house
cleaning.