It's times like these when I truly wonder how small is Dayton, Ohio and who I hang out with...
A while ago, in the days of "Free your thoughts...", there was a couple I befriended that beyond being in that student organization but were nerds like me. She, Ariel, had a serious Sailor Moon obsession while he, Asshole Mcgee, like his fair share of anime and Hong Kong movies. I was friendly with them, Ariel more than Asshole but I tried to be friendly to both when I saw them. Then, out of the blue, the two broke because...well, being in that group had that effect on people. Ariel blamed the group and cut all ties with them, probably from also seeing the writing on the wall but Asshole stuck around...
Yes, I will be referring to him as Asshole Mcgee throughout the blog. If I change it, it'll be to something similar like, Shit Breath, Fuck Nugget or Madam Lameborne. Guess which one of those is close to his real name.
Anyway, even after leaving that student group,
Asshole Shit Breath was still a factor in my life due to the group of mutual friends we had. I always played nice with him, even befriending the guys he lived with at the time. A mutual friend of ours, Dil, always mentioned movie nights that the guys at house always had and I was intrigued. I loved movies and I liked being around these people, despite feeling like the token, but I was never invited to these events. After a barbecue at their house, which we dubbed "cyborg house" (don't ask), they had announced they were having a movie night the next night. I kept hinting that there was a possibility of me showing up but I think no one, mostly Shit Breath, took me seriously. Oh, this is where thing get ugly...
The next day, as you can guess, I showed up for movie night, which surprised the shit out of some people. Well, my appearance seemed to piss off
Shit Breath Fuck Nugget because after kicking around for about 15 minutes, Fuck Nugget and a couple of my friends walked up to me, asking me to leave. In my brain, I was thinking to myself "Which one shall I choke out first?"until Dil pretty much begged me to leave. I just turned and left, ignoring Dil even asking to drive me home. If I ever felt humiliated, if I ever began to hate white people, it would've began with that event. I proceeded to not speak to that group of friends for quite some time.
Months later, I ran into some of them at event happening at my old university where they apologized profusely. I think I punched Dil in arm for my troubles and went on to forgive. They proceeded to tell me how horrible
Fuck Nugget Madam Ramborne became through that time period and I just laughed about hearing them finding out how terrible a person he was. Yet, most of these people still associated with him. Through time, they've began to disassociate with Madam but he keeps finding ways to show up in my life. Hang outs, on my way to work, this summabitch keeps popping up. I do my best to ignore him because if I didn't, I'd be in jail. Some friends still speak to him when they see him, which I guess would be the right thing to do. I've even had a friend who used to date him one ask why I won't squash things with him. It's very hard to squash things with someone who has made you feel so low. There's still friends who still affiliate with him (the main one I'm thinking of doesn't know about the problems we have) but you can't pick who your friends are friends with. I will always see Madam Rambone as the inescapable asshole, point blank, period.
GOD! It feels good to vent
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