Hi Everyone,
In yesterday’s blog I stated that sometimes people have to THROW the proverbial pot of honey at someone’s well deserved head! And it’s true. There are times when that is the ONLY way to get a point across. (For anyone who would like to read yesterday’s blog, here’s the link, http://arebelsrant.com/do-you-really-catch-more-flies-with-honey/ On a side note, I have included a few sayings from other blogs that I have posted within this blog. All of the links are at the bottom of this blog.) This is EXACTLY why!
A man who lives in the same apartment building I live in murmurs to himself as he ANXIOUSLY PACES past ALL of my windows for over an hour EVERYDAY!!! AND half the time he looks me RIGHT IN THE EYE!!! Sometimes he will walk past ALL of my windows 4-6 times in less than 10 minutes!!!! Back and forth, back and forth, murmuring, away to him. Most times I can make out every word he murmurs because he walks THAT CLOSE TO ALL MY WINDOWS!!! He has been doing this for WEEKS and for longer periods of time each day! Meaning that he has been doing that MORE OFTEN!!!
Not only can I see him ANXIOUSLY PACING past ALL of my windows and usually hear him VERBATIM, he also makes a fist of his left hand and PUNCHES it into his right hand as he PACES and MURMURS!!! Now if that sounds like sane behavior to you, here’s a head’s up, you, just like him, are INSANE!!! Sane people behave differently. Like the DIRECT opposite!
As a woman who lives alone, works from home and weighs, at best, 102 pounds, and lives on the ground floor, he SCARES ME!!! I don’t care how many cameras this building has, or how many of them are directly pointed at my apartment. I was and still am FREAKED OUT!!!
Besides, the apartment building I live in has a HUGE, and I mean HUGE property! And I’m not including the parking lot! Why does he, Mr. Mental, make a point of anxiously pacing, murmuring and PUNCHING one fist into his other hand past ALL of my windows upwards of 4 times in 10 minutes for over an hour EVERYDAY?!?!?!? Since I am the curious type, I decided to ask him on one of his MANY “trips” past my kitchen window. That is where my computer is and I sit in front of it pretty much ALL day, EVERYDAY! Interestingly, the only way people can communicate properly is to be on the same level of sanity! Mr. mental was, (and still is) far from SANE!!!
To keep a long story short, let’s just say that our verbal exchange was quite heated and got hotter by the second! He even had the nerve to get about a foot from my kitchen window while he was screaming at me! Something I didn’t appreciate one bit! I wasn’t going postal, I WAS POSTAL!!! FULL ON!!! And any woman in my position would be too! Mr. Mental was CLEARLY demonstrating to me, and ALL the CAMERAS, that he was REPEATEDLY behaving in an INSANE MANNER!!!
During our exchange, it seemed as though Mr. Mental, the painter got a little cocky. Like he forgot his place! What? So now he thinks that because the superintendent hired him to paint the balconies, that he has the right to intimidate me? That he’s protected? That he can do what he wants and when? THINK AGAIN BUDDY!!!
Then, Mr. Mental tells me that he pays taxes for “people” like me. Is that so Mr. Mental? Mr. Toothless Wonder! You’re a scraper and have been one for years! Two and two always equal four and logic always prevails! You and that woman you share your apartment with HAVEN’T WORKED FOR YEARS and you’re too young to be retired!!! You haven’t paid taxes for years!!! Everyone in the building knows EXACTLY where your money comes from! I sincerely hope that you are reporting ALL of that “Other Income” from your little paint job to the appropriate office and Revenue Canada! If not it’s called working under the table and stealing from the agency you receive your money from and that is ILLEGAL in EVERY country! Government agencies don’t take kindly to people who rip them off! Governments GO BACK YEARS and charge interest.
After Mr. Mental finished educating me on my finances, something he knows JACK about, I shot back. One bullet to his financial chest and Mr. Mental started walking. As he was walking away, Mr. Mental decided to inform me, “…I can walk wherever, whenever I want. And there’s NOTHING you can do about it!” Let’s see about that!
Even though he left my window, we were both screaming at each other. It was quite the verbal exchange. And it had to be. This is EXACTLY why.
More women live in this apartment building than men. The majority of those women like me live alone, and they are retired. That means that they too are home alone for most of their day! If I wanted to ensure my SAFETY, something that, any woman in her RIGHT mind SHOULD VALUE, I wanted EVERYONE to know EXACTLY what Mr. Mental was doing! Because let’s face it, Mr. Mental, was acting FAR from SANE!!! IF I wanted to put a dead stop to his behavior, I had to let them, everyone know EXACTLY what was going on. And the best way to do that was SCREAM it out. That way EVERYONE could and would hear EXACTLY what he was doing and why I was, and still am upset. If Mr. Mental thought he was going to get away with that, he was dead wrong!
I guess someone in the building wanted to know what all the commotion was about so Mr. Mental started telling them. Then he told everyone who would listen. Seconds after he left my window, I did what any woman in her RIGHT mind would do. I started making phone calls and taking notes. When I spoke to the superintendent of the building (he doesn’t live in) about this issue, he said he already knew about it and watched the camera footage. Apparently, the man wasn’t looking DIRECTLY into my window. Hmmmm. Interesting. That camera footage had better be available if I need it to be.
End result? I have PLANTED myself in front of my computer, which is right by one of the windows Mr. Mental ANXIOUSLY PACES, MURMURS and PUNCHES his left fist into his right hand for two straight days and I haven’t seen him once! I don’t know where he is nor do I care!
Am I proud of my behavior? Not exactly. But as I mentioned earlier in this blog, people can only communicate when they are on the same level of sanity. Mr. Mental was clearly behaving like a MENTAL CASE. Unfortunately I had to lower myself to his level in order to protect myself. He made me believe that the only way I could protect myself was to THROW the honey pot at his well deserved head!
Here’s the link for Going Postal, http://arebelsrant.com/going-postal/
Here’s the link for Think Again!, http://arebelsrant.com/think-again/
Here’s the link to Do You Know Your Place, http://arebelsrant.com/do-you-know-your-place/
Here’s the link to Logic Always Prevails, http://arebelsrant.com/logic-always-prevails/
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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