The Duchy of Jerald
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Tears for a Saturday Afternoon<br />
So.<br />
This reading on narcissism has helped to clean house <strong>of</strong> my sketchy friends. I mean it's OK<br />
and desirable to put up with imperfections and idiosyncrasies in fact we love each other for our<br />
foibles not our perfections. Not only do I not have to be perfect, it's better if I'm not.<br />
<strong>The</strong> latest episode was an accountant I met over at Cafe Beano, Tom. Perpetually in shit with<br />
his clients for not getting their taxes done on time, that kind <strong>of</strong> thing. Seemingly nice guy,<br />
conservative but not too rabid, liked to chat about business, a fav subject <strong>of</strong> mine, so as long as<br />
we didn't stray too far <strong>of</strong>f topic we got along. Politics was a no no, he was too right wing. Art he<br />
was clueless as well. Religion? Nope.<br />
I didn't know that it had to be his topics <strong>of</strong> interest, otherwise he got bored and irritated, a red<br />
flag I just learned about today, I mean I'm recovering from being groomed from birth to be<br />
codependent, meaning making my needs and desires secondary to an abuser. Hardwired.<br />
So I had just left Edi, thrown out for speaking up about getting my needs met essentially, and<br />
was looking for friends, the c<strong>of</strong>fee shop was a place to start.<br />
Turns out that the c<strong>of</strong>fee shop was a place for those with mental health issues to gather, all the<br />
halfway houses being defunded by conservatives in love with reaganomics and thatcherism.<br />
So Tom was the best <strong>of</strong> a bad lot, charming, educated with a degree in accounting he said, (he<br />
lied, never finished), and someone to spend time with. It never occured to me that he should call,<br />
or look me up, or ask me how my day is going. That ol codependent thing yanno.<br />
Fast forward 9 years <strong>of</strong> aquaintenship and he still hasn't done my taxes which has been ok as I<br />
couldn't afford to pay them, or him, so we just let it slide, year by year. <strong>The</strong>n this stroke thing<br />
happened, I'm suddenly homeless, my old apt. was up 4 flights <strong>of</strong> stairs, and I need my taxes for<br />
last year to prove entitlement for government assistance to get a house set up. In fact if my taxes<br />
were done I could have financed my vehicle through the credit union, where they have disability<br />
insurance. Oh well, didn't need that credit rating anyway. Month after month dragged by, I'm<br />
still in the hospital and the social worker is saying, what's wrong, without the taxes done, I cant<br />
apply for anything, and Tom keeps saying, soon, soon.<br />
Finally we strike a deal where he can fax the documents, to the social worker, but not file them,<br />
with the government (no accountability), but at least she has them, which is useless to me. Tom