Monday, July 3, 2017

Moving On From Girl Guilt

HAVING DEALT WITH CAT GUILT, BLOOD GUILT, AND MONEY GUILT in previous articles (see below), all of which were cited as examples of misplaced nonsense, let us now turn to girl guilt. I confirmed my lingering suspicion, that she was a meth addict, to my satisfaction late on the night she was moving into my house. Yes, I panicked. For months I had suspected but not confirmed it and had wanted to pretend it wasn't true, but when she and her toothless friends spent three straight days moving furniture without getting any sleep, I knew my hopes were in vain. So, I calmly, matter of factly started suggesting to her that she might not be happy living in my house, what with its small size and all, even though all her stuff was already moved in. We had a few words about her lifestyle, during which I indicated that I'm not much of a night person, and since she seemed to be, then, um, well... she started to get the hint, and it was she who made the final decision not to move in with me - I made sure of that. I simply couldn't stand the thought of being responsible for making the decision to turn her out homeless. I talked up what I thought was the highly dubious nature of the idea, and she took the hint, and found another place to live. Had she become homeless, she and her teenage daughter, I would have felt plum awful. But I felt guilty anyway, and, in a vague way, still do. But, my god, why???? What did I do, other than give someone inappropriate a place to live? If only I had been able to confirm her drug addiction earlier, but these meth heads, they all hide their habit from the outside world religiously, and keep it inside their meth gang, and they all think they're geniuses while on that stuff, so to them no matter what crazy excuses they make for crazy behavior, like going without sleep for days at a time, and liking it, it makes perfect sense to them. I need to accept the fact that indeed it never would have worked out, would have been a disaster sooner or later, get over it, and move on. Can do.

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