Author: elistia

So, I put it out there in the universe that I wanted to meet someone new or have a relationship that I currently have change in some way so that I was finding out something new about the person that I already know. I wanted something new & different. But I also stipulated that I didn't want any trouble. The universe, I think, responded, ignoring the last bit of my request.

What is it about me that bipolar people find so appealing? Yesterday, I had 3 things to attend to after work. I had to help this woman out with a car jump (which wound up working...she needs to take the car to a shop), I had a personal engagement & I wanted to go see this movie that I was invited to since I hadn't been to a theater in a long while & it just sounded like a nice change of pace. Well, going to help this woman turned out to be this crazy voyage in another dimension. She has attached herself to me. I helped her like 5 years ago & apparently she never forgot my help or me. Now she would like us to become friends. After we realize that trying to jump the car isn't going to work, she wants me to come inside of her apartment to look at some clothes. I step inside & it's utter chaos & 3 cats. I will admit that she does have a fabulous clothing collection & could probably make a fortune if she opened a retro rags store or put some of her stuff on consignment. And I'm not even a clothes whore. Anyhow, I felt like her doll. She wanted me to try on these clothes & she's trying to give me stuff. I did wind up taking a couple of skirts & this kick ass coat that I'll never have the opportunity to wear because I live in podunk county. I paid her for what she gave me because I know these clothes are expensive. Anyhow, we're talking & she's looking for something in her bag. She pulls out her eviction notice, some papers for Social Security & this pamphlet about bipolar disorder. I told her I was familiar with it. She told me she's going to these support groups & asked me if I ever suffered from any kind of depression. We swapped stories briefly. She suggested we go to one of these meetings together...how great they were. Luckily before I could respond she moved on to something else. She shows me pictures of her before her stomach stapling & after. She shows me a picture of her naked at 19. I'm thinking, "what the hell?" But at the same time, it just seems par for the course considering all I had learned about her in the short amount of time that I was at her place. Anyway, I'm watching the clock because I was supposed to be at my second engagement by 5:30p. I didn't get out of her place until well after 6pm. She told me she hoped that we could mabye be friends, hang out some time. I was honest with her, told her that it was extremely difficult to get me to go out, that I was a bit on the paranoid side, that I rarely gave out my phone number or address to anyone & that I had a PO box. She was still hopeful that maybe at some point we could hang out.

So I finally escape & I get into my car & I'm sitting there for a moment just blown away. I'm replaying the event in my head & I realize that this woman who I think is absolutely out there was the universe's answer to my request. Everything is transitory but I'm positive that if I went so far as to develop a friendship with this person, she wouldn't go anywhere any time soon. Other people I've made acquaintance with lately, it'll be a week or two & I could guarantee that it'll fizzle. So I am faced with a dilemma. This woman is currently in the midst of big drama, I'm not convinced she's medicating even though she told me what medication they prescribed & a history of me bailing her out in small ways has been established. Do I give a friendship a go or do I steer clear? Based on what she told me of the people in her life, I don't think she has anyone "stable" around. Not that I'm all that stable. But it sounds like I'm more stable than the other people around her.