The car journey down to So'ton was bad. The problemlion boasted/bragged pretty much all the way down, even my parent was quite disgusted. "I can do this... I can do that... my score on...". Over the years, Problemlion still has no idea that he is bitched about constantly and hated by quite plausibly everyone in the general Andover populace and beyond and has been for... years.
Me being me and being pretty gutless, an all out chicken and walk-overable, for some obsolete reason stuck with this self-absorbed, insensitive bastard for a few years.
My greatest mistake was trying to help him, one day in 2006 and if I could do anything to change that choice, I'd do it. It has to be understood here that I am not a person of hate, rage or anger. I am a pacifist, who until recent years have never truly 'hated' anyone. How could anyone be that self-obsessed, convinced that they know everything about a subject that they happen to waltz into, really hurt people, walk around with a holier-than-thou attitude, think that they have a host of talents without even trying, declare they have depression/MPD and seek attention in stupid ways and too much more to list without realising how hated they are?
I've done enough for the Problemlion, ruined a lot for the sake of his pettyness and stupidness, lost a lot for the sake of him and his little pop-punk/emo fag crusades.
The MPD incident was the last straw along with the constant bragging about his "relationship" with a friend.
How many people around him have apparently killed themselves or died tragically? Must be about 20 last count. That's either attention-seeking bollocks or he's driving them to it.
He keeps saying he's in a band, wants to start a band, gets frustrated when I won't join his band. This is because he can't play drums, he can't sing and has never really had any inclination to learn or recognise that learning and getting to gigging stage takes a long while, a lot of work, a lot of musicianship (which he has never shown any degree of - ever) and actually getting a job helps.
Live under your rich 'rents by all means, but understand that things aren't always going to be handed to you on a plate. Being on the reserved list for the trolley boy position at ASDA doesn't count as a job that pays money. Doing "roady duty" for a band - actually I rephrase that - it isn't roady duty, it's standing around doing little except ass-kissing the band - "Look at my new photoshop creation - it's got you in it!" or "My band could support yours when we get going" or some other stupid whiny thing I'd expect my 3 year old cousin to come up with in need of attention or recognition of a newly acquired skill - and that's an insult to my three year old cousin.
Another point with actual work is that you generally have to work, something you have no concept of whatsoever. Go cry because you're only allowed a Porsche and not a Ferrari or something. Go and scratch your arms to make it seem like you need help. You ruined one second too many on Friday, chuck.
The MPD incident conversation in full. Unedited with comments in red.
Problemlion: Bev, listen to me well and do -not- repeat ANY of this to anyone... okay?
My bullshit radar overloaded and broke.
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: I've got Mutliple Personality Disorder, and i'm fucking shitting myself
Stitch: definite?
Problemlion: GP comfirmed it this morning
Stitch: cripes
Stitch: they give you meds?
Problemlion: yeah, and a shrink
Problemlion: Parents ain't ever going to know, so if at any point they ask about something, i'm with you. Seriously Bev, i -need- your help
Stitch: what meds? things could depend on what tehy give you
Problemlion: I just take em
Stitch: which ones?
Problemlion: brb, gonna go get them
Problemlion: gave me anti-depressates
Problemlion: depressants*
Stitch: name?
Stitch: name on box?
Problemlion: lithium
Problemlion: That mean anything to ya bev? Cause it don't ta me
Already suspicious, the fact that he had MPD would mean that no matter what his age his parents would've been notified and the lack of interest in the medication you're placed on is slightly worrying.
Stitch: which company? some companies do things slightly different
Problemlion: Just says Lithium hun
Problemlion: Pills are White and Circlar if that helps
Stitch: you got a pic at all? im wondering what the mg is
The mg stats by law are always on the outside of the box and usually in big unmissable numbers.
Problemlion: Nah, i'm gonna put them away again Bev... Really worried parents are gonna walk in
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: Seriously Bev, i don't know wtf to do... my GP gave me this shit... i've take my dose for the day... yet... i'm just praying to god she got it wrong
Cry for attention, chuck.
Stitch: what's the mg on the box?
Problemlion: I've put it back now Bev
Stitch: k
Problemlion: Did you want to know the brand Bev?
Problemlion: Does Camcolit mean the brand?
Camcolit is an American brand of lithium, unavailable in this country.
Problemlion: Bev,... I'm gonna go.. I'm feeling a bit wierd right now
That probably meant, "gee, I'm going to leave this conversation because I haven't researched this big attention-digging lie enough and I'm gonna get caught."
Stitch: ok
Stitch: I think you're on the wrong meds though
Ooze the sarcasm.
Problemlion: I'll talk to my GP in the morning
Problemlion: Fuck.... i'm shaking
Stitch: Lithium isn't an anti-depressant, just anti-manic.
Stitch: Wrong meds completely.
Problemlion: :S
Problemlion: Fucking hope there isn't any side-effects is badly taken
Problemlion: okay....
Problemlion: see ya
Stitch: ciao
The next day
Problemlion: Y aget my message bev?
Stitch: nope?
Problemlion: Doc got it wrong!
Stitch: yeah?
Oh, yay. Yippee. Which medical centre/doctor did you say you were with?
Problemlion: Some-one reviewed my case and just thought it was stress
Problemlion: third doc gave an opinion and agreed with the second
There is no way in hell a diagnosis would've been reached that quick anyway, let alone being put on medication and to get a fully-surveyed second and third opinion... that's a couple of months, not 13 and a half hours.
Stitch: well that's cool
Stitch: relief hmm?
Problemlion: Not kidding!
Stitch: well, it's good to know you don't have it
Problemlion: Yeah, i feel a lot better
Stitch: I was surprised though...
Problemlion: at what?
Stitch: MPD's weird
Problemlion: Weird?
Stitch: yeah
Stitch: my friend who has it doesn't remember their alter egos or conversations their alter egos have.
A known fact with MPD. I have no friend with MPD and sincerely hope I never do.
Stitch: t'was frightening
Guilt-trip a little.
If you know who I'm on about, I am no longer talking to him. Tell him I have cast all ties etc, tell him I've done a runner with a Spanish lover - if it's creative, all the better, be my guest.
Orgy - Opticon - "Let's fake an answer for the curious, let's fake it all for the fame. They'll think delivering was easy, living the fairytales and the lies... guess what you're out of time."
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