The Battle of Going Out Part II

The arena of socialising is so very important to my kind. On the one hand this environment is a happy hunting ground for the acquisition of fresh targets for the purpose of administering my malicious machinations. The social environment also provides me with ranks of appliance from which I can draw fuel and also to involve in my schemes and triangulations to draw fuel from you. The issue of going out also presents me with opportunities to reinforce who is in charge in this relationship. It allows me to undermine you, disappoint you and control you and invariably, as with everything that I do, fuel will flow.

A typical instance of this occurring might involve one of our kind receiving a call from you during the course of the afternoon.

“Hi, how are you?” you ask pleasantly.

“Busy, busy what is it?”

“I am just reminding you that I am going out tonight, okay?”

“And?”

“Well I did not want you forgetting like you did last time.”

“I did not forget, you just didn’t tell me about it.”

“Well look I am not getting into all of that now, that was last time. I just wanted to make sure that you will be home by 6pm as I need to be there by 7pm and I need you to look after the kids whilst I get ready.”

“Can’t your mother look after them or something?”

“No they are out and anyway, Michael is not well. He has been off school all day and I don’t want a casual childminder looking after him, I want it to be you or me.”

“Well if he is that ill perhaps you should cancel your plans?”

“No. I am not going to. I do not have to because you are available to watch him. In any event, even if I wanted to cancel I cannot. I can’t let my friends down, this is an important occasion.”

“Are you sure there isn’t somebody who can look after Michael, I wanted to go to the bar this evening, we have completed a major deal here.”

“No. My sister is out of town and the only other people are neighbours and registered childminders and it is not fair asking non-family when one of the kids is ill. I don’t like it. It has to be mum or dad looking after them.”

“Okay, okay I get it, it has to be one of us.”

“Yes and it is going to be you because I am going out. Okay?”

“Sure, fine 6pm you say?”

“Yes.”

“Right.”

6pm arrives and I am sat in the bar explaining how I brought the deal to the business and I saw it through. Several junior colleagues are listening intently seeking to curry favour with me. I am sat on my throne, my subjects paying homage. I glance at my watch and order champagne to toast the deal. The evening is just getting started and I have my eye on a pretty accountant who I have not seen before.

I feel my ‘phone vibrate and pull it from my jacket pocket. Your name is on the display. I smile and let it slip back into the pocket as I pay for the champagne and begin pouring it for those assembled with me. I feel the ‘phone ring again and stop. I continue my conversation and feel a succession of vibrations as a few messages land. During a lull between my anecdotes I wander over to the toilet and whilst there I check my phone. There are three messages from you.

“Hi, I hope you are on your way. Call me please xxx”

“Where are you? I am trying to get ready.”

“This is totally unfair. Where the hell are you?”

The fuel hits and power surges through me as I feel the frustration from those messages and picture you pacing through the house trying to get ready as you are subjected to the demands from the children. I do not turn my phone off, I am ready for further vibrations and messages as I look in the mirror, smooth my hair and give myself a winning smile.

“Think you can tell me to be a childminder do you?” I ask the mirror.

“Nobody stops me from going out.”

I return to the bar and grab my champagne flute as my phone goes again. I do not even bother to look to see who is calling as I know and the power rises inside. As I begin to talk to the pretty accountant I savour the fuel that will be coming my way. The looks and words of admiration from the beautiful bean counter all the while my mobile ‘phone buzzes and vibrates away like a trapped wasp, conveying to me your anger and annoyance at being kept at home. I know, empathic person that you are, that you will not put an evening out ahead of your ill child and once again you will martyr yourself. I know from our earlier conversation that there is no prospect of you calling someone else in as a child minder and you will be left at home alternating between crying and calling me all the names under the sun. Knowing that I have been able to do what I want whilst keeping you at home underlines my dominance and affirms why I am the superior one. Your repeated messages and telephone calls just feed me more fuel as once again I win this battle. I sometimes wonder why you even bother but I am glad you do, after all, I need the fuel from your reaction to my control.

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38 thoughts on “The Battle of Going Out Part II”

  1. Some day you will meet your match…and they will think that they are just as extraordinary as you think you are.
    Do you ever worry that someday, “somebody” might snap and…I don’t know…shoot you somewhere you don’t want to get shot? There’s another personality disorder out there and it’s called being crazy.

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    1. Laurel you would not believe the number of crazies out there, I seem to attract them in droves. They start out okay but then it goes haywire. I think they are experts at masking their true natures and then all is revealed. No wonder I move on to other people.

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      1. I can believe it..and you, being an expert at masking your own true nature, should be able to spot them a mile away. The one you completely miss will be the one who ultimately does you in.

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      2. Thought it would slip the “crazies” you’ve encountered, like Caroline, Karen, Alex, Leslie, the dog owner you cut loose triangulating her sister… I don’t think they started out crazy…

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      3. You see what they do is they hide their craziness and then let it out later on. Devious sods they are. Good job HG is ahead of the curve though.

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      4. Poor you HG, attracting all these crazy women. Must be your good nature and kind heart that attracts them. You need to protect yourself, change yourself then they won’t be attracted to you.

        Ha ha those poor women, they were never crazy and you know it.

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      5. Whoops I did it again 😱
        Us empaths just keep letting you down ha ha ha

        Suppose you’ll just have to do your best littlest hobo impersonation.

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      6. Why do you hurt me when I am so good to you? Wait until I tell everyone about how nasty you are Freedom. I am going to play the theme tune to the Best Littlest Hobo until you apologise.

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      7. You make me smile HG. Naughty girl freedom. Please don’t do that HG ( in best Penelope pitstop voice)

        I love the theme tube the littlest Hobo will be singing that tonight at work.

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      8. Heeellp ( fluttering eye lashes)

        You would have to be Dick Dasterdly.
        I’ll have to hope Captain Cave man will help

        Ha ha

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      9. Yeah it was the hooded claw loved the wacky races 😊

        Such a shame you’re a Narc we get on so well 😔

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  2. My ex used to look at his phone and just pit it back in his pocket I’d say you not replying or answering. He’d say no it can wait. Now I know that it what he was doing to be when he didn’t answer or reply.
    One day you will meet your match.

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  3. This is so over-the-top wrong! I’m speechless.
    Not only did you completely leave ruin your wife’s night out, you had your eye on a young accountant at the bar!
    I bet this wasn’t the first time.

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  4. Thank heavens I did not live with Satan. He would call me and ask me what I was up to. I would reply that I was getting ready for a night out with the girls. He would start telling me I need to stay at home and watch TV by myself. My response was always, “first of all, you don’t tell me what to do, second; I am going out and you cannot stop me, third and final, this phone will be off for the next 72 hours.” Whenever I switched it back on after the elapsed time period I would get a series of fake tragedies, “something happened to me. I really need you. Only you can help me.” So glad I am off that roller coaster ride.

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    1. My ex would’ve never carried on with “I need you”. Maybe during Hoover, but never in response to being upset about a night out. He would make sure he got payback and it would be something that he was sure would cut deeply. If you had a problem with it, he remind you about the night out with the girls that you turned the phone off for 72 hours.

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  5. I’m so glad I developed a habit of ignoring. I could sit across from my ex N while he rambled on and on about who knows what. Then he would ask me something and i would respond i didnt hear you. Which i didnt. He would get so mad. Came in handy when he called me everything in the book and I’d ignore him. Drove him crazy.

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  6. You guys one of my favorite series of my childhood!! ❤️❤️❤️😍😍. I loved the littlest Hobo and would end up with tears in my eyes when he would walk away to his lonely path ” maybe tomorrow I want to settle down, intil tomorrow Ill just keep moving on” ❤️❤️😍😍 i loved it so much. Is this series British??
    http://youtu.be/KXJ20H0iTIU

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      1. Haha I’m never going to be able to think of that song again without thinking of you HG. Ooh I think I’ve read about that somewhere before …….

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  7. Oooops!! Thanks for informing me 😃But Im cool. I already had this chat with Sheila and how I love Canada and Canadians as I once lived there. One point more for Canada 🇨🇦❤️ For one of my favorite series.

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    1. Could be a narcs song with the I’ll just keep moving on ha ha. I used to cry wanted to give the dog a big hug.

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  8. HG I’ll go my very best to heal you with the power if cartoons. But you just know I’ll let you down.
    I’ll try and find Jamie with his magic torch ha ha

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