Is there a Mad Hatter in
your life?
The Mad hatters, we have
all met them, lived with them, worked with them and just want to get away from
them. You know the ones that distract you from your life. It’s
like they do not have a real life of their own. “Look at me, pay attention to
me types.” Infested with the Narcissistic virus “you are now captured, clinging
like the dingle berry. Good grief, it has got to stop.
How to recognize if you have one or several of these wacko bunnies messing with you in your enviromenet. The signs are all around. You are normally punctual, they make you late. You pay your bills on time, they don't They lie, make excuses and smear your life. Just
what the hell is wrong with this picture? But you can’t quite put your finger on
it. Like a bad meal that upsets your stomach but you cannot remember what
you ate that did it. That is Mad-Hatter
The Mad-hatters Types
The micro managing boss
that looks for the spec of evidence on your desk that you were not giving every
minute of your breathing to work there LOL. Oh please explain to me why you took
such a long potty break? Years ago I came real close to describing just why I
had the runs every time I looked at my micro boss and how they could benefit
the world and flush themselves down the toilet.
Or the boyfriend who
drags you down the rabbit hole so many times you’re like on this frickin roller
coaster up and down emotionally, sexually and spiritually. That was fun at
first. Then you wake up feeling addicted to them. This one is the tricky one to
get away from. They are sooo good at “THAT” you wish they could just keep their
mouth shut while you are in the delight of the act. Or better yet offer them a
sock. I did once. I said “baby you know I am a little kinky, how about I put a
sock in your mouth that really excites me” ahah the idiot bought it. !!!
Let’s not miss the one
child who causes so much drama in your life you wonder if you had remembered
to change their poopy diapers when they were babies. This is a rough one as
there are so many questions you ask yourself. You beat your sweet brain delving
like hawks fishing in the ocean “why, what did I do that they are pulling my
mommy strings? Why me? Why don’t they push someone else’s strings?
You try to point just
what the hell is wrong with the picture but can’t quite put your finger on
it. This one is best handled like I did. Say in as pleasant a voice (yes I
know you want to tell them off but don’t) say “honey in all fairness to my
other children, yes I have other children remember your other brothers and sisters
I cannot devote my entire life paying attention to mostly you,” that is not
fair , I have other kids too . That line works pretty good.
Or the drama roommate. I
call them affectionately “Draino.”The kind that manipulates you. They are infested
with the Narcissistic virus and every moment of your waking life is to serve
>>> them. Yes they ask you for advice. You offer, they totally ignore
what you said. When it comes to paying the bills you are politely texting,
calling trying to be responsible and they pull you down the rabbit hole. You’re
like “ Wow do I need to help you be an adult?”
Be careful this is a
nasty Mad Hatter. Difficult to get rid of but you have to. They force you to smudge
your house and yourself over and over . They appear as Mad hatters but they are
MAD HATERS. The victim lack of gratitude stench is all over them. The world owes them. You just happen to be
their world at the moment. You have to
transition these types out of your life. You can’t just get rid of them they
are karma Carpet Baggers. In no way would I recommend doing the Madam Dufarge from
the Tale of two Cities “Guillotine , guillotine
off with their heads . This will just bring another in your
life. The best way to fight their virus is gratitude. Say thank you, I
appreciate the karmic lesson. Or better yet pray for their happiness “away from
you.” Chant that they find their perfect
roommate that is happy to eat their needy soup. You do not want another bowl. No
thank you.
I am fortunate enough to
have a new roommate now that brings her big girl panties with her. Yippie
My King Arthur and I did
this ping pong thing at first. I must confess I was so busy I really could not
answer his calls some times. I would actually disconnect my phone. OR blow heavily
into it like there was static. Shit, one time I actually carried a paper bag
and crunched it as we were speaking on the cell. “Honey I can’t hear you. Baby what
did you say?” Hahah I can be such an eccentric independent bitch to a fault. He
is just a passionate guy. I said once that the only thing I wanted clinging to
me is my panties. He actually saw through all my crap and said to me point
blank” Mama, you can plug your cell phone up your ass to make sure it is
charged from now on.” Opps busted. He is now my forever bunny honey.
Good luck with all this.
