The Psychopath Diaries (aka the anti-random acts of kindness) thread

You put more faith in people than I do.

Bright side though is that this was probably during the boom of sports cards. You could probably replace the stolen cards pretty cheap today.

 

I know he did not get the tickets with the intention of making a profit. I did not even ask him, but guess he probably hooked someone else up. I cannot say anything because I would look like George trying to get credit for the big salad.

 

True... My value on those cards were more about getting them myself. I didn't have much money back then, so I traded them for others and so on. I got really good at it. After that happened, I just gave up.

 

people will fuck you over every chance they get. always have to have your eyes on the prize, yo.

At work, you must "throw them under the bus, before they throw you under the bus". its bound to happen to all, even when you reach the top.

 

I did shows with a really shady guy, but he was always on top of ways to make money with cards. He had no conscience and would do just about anything to make a buck. My year of college I was able to make my own schedule when we figured out how to get the elite cards by buying just one pack. Remember that just the 1993 set was going for $2000 and had sold $1k worth of them in one weekend wholesale at the Chicago National. Seven years ago I put together all of the sets for under $1k and it was a lot of fun.

 

I walked away from my job five years ago November because of my lack of faith in humanity. I could have more money and it could happen anyway, but I have done everything in my power to keep them away from the dipshits and molesters.

 

This thread is psychopathic. Except for the card-stealing, I'm thinking, so what? A guy returned the $40 to the store, then took it? How? Tourists didn't know which way to turn? How terrible. A friend resold your tickets? Did he profit? Did he think he was saving you time to resell them? A family followed the waitress' instructions to a table. How would they know it was the last table? What a scene it would be if they got there, then refused to take it. "No no, let PapaG sit here!"

 

I did not understand the Fred Meyer story.

He said he apologized to the tourists that made him miss his light.

If someone holds a door for you, it should be expected that the person holding the door is not skipped. I see this many times where the line is fuzzy. If you know someone was there before you, do not jump up when they say who is next.

Those tickets were worth atleast $250 and I sold them to him for $100. He knew the value and it was his responsibility to ask what I wanted him to do with the tickets. Add to that the game was in January. The girl that he really needed the ticket for must not have meant much. Despite already having two marriages that failed, he marries a different girl in April. Part of me did not want to go to the birthday event due to the tickets. The human side of me did not want to go since it is rude to berate someone on their birthday regardless of how big of a jackass they are.

 

Yesterday I got into my car to go to work. while I was sitting there a guy walking his dog walked right past my driver's side door (while I'm in my driveway) to deposit his dog's shit in my trash-bin. I calmly got out of my car, asked him if he was brain damaged, and told him he could either retrieve his dog's shit or he could pick up his Chiclets instead. He looked at me like I was the crazy one ... but ultimately chose option A.

I feel like I have to ask: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON PEOPLE?!?!?!

 

After most shows I give out crew t shirts from the band we are working with to all my crew, and it never fails there will always be a few people who are like "can I have one for my mom/sister/gf/wife/etc?...

I always say " if you care about them so much, give them yours"

 

I used to drive like an asshole. Now, my only asshole move is when someone tailgates me in the left lane when there's a car in front of me, I'll make it obvious that I intentionally slow down and match the speed of a car in the slow lane so he can't get by. After a minute or so, I slow down even more and I'll get in the right lane behind the car I was just alongside. Then, when the tailgater goes past me, I speed up and slide back into the left lane as close as I can to the back of his car. If it was NASCAR, the announcer would say that I'm getting up under his tail to loosen him up a little...

 

I don't get road rage at all

 

Fuck. I changed my mind. Today my best friend stole my baseball cards and dumped a giant shit under my pillow. You guys are right. I am gonna kill that guy.

 

Had a friend who was real down on his luck, lost job, girl, apartment all within a month. I told him he could couch surf for a month while he sorted stuff out. Long story short, 1.5 years later I finally got him out of my place, he had contributed a grand total of $400 to rent, groceries, ...

It turned out he was mentally unstable and an alcoholic with suicidal tendencies, and even though I hated the guy after a while, I knowingly let him continue to use me because he was so fucking broken and having such a hard time living. Eventually, he got a job, a girl, and I kicked him out. A few months later I found out that he and his family won a multi-million dollar lawsuit of which his take was mid 6figure. He never sent anything to repay me for my help, not even a bottle of wine or a card.

But, even though I was walked on in that situation I felt good about myself that I was willing to help. Also, I slept with his ex, the one that sent him into the spiral.

 

only flipped off one person in traffic today. called him a ****-bag. he deserved it, he basically stopped in the middle of the right turn only lane WHILE on his cell phone then tried to merge into the lane that goes straight...without signaling at all. seemed like he was deep in conversation trying to find something.

 

told my coworker to go fuck themself though. :MARIS61:

 

Sometimes, when I drive with a certain friend, he purposely drives like a total idiot to watch my reaction. He says "Time for some Sunday driving" And that means stopping at stop signs for a couple minutes, stalling out in the middle of intersections, stopping (while still in the middle of the street) to ask directions from people walking. All sorts of other things like this. I turn all beat red with embarrassment, but at the same time i find it so god damn funny. There is just a rye way he goes about it, doesn't crack a smile or give any outward hint that he is doing it on purpose, except for of course telling me its Sunday-drive time. I laugh my ass off, have a hard time breathing sometimes, its just such blatant douchebaggery. Great friend.

 

The drive home...I need therapy

hoop fam

 

I left a bag with some new shirts and a couple of books on the bus about a month ago. No one turned it in. I even caught up with the bus on the return about 40 minutes later, and nothing In trying to cut off the bus I fucked up be knee running for the streetcar. Serves me right for having faith in humanity I suppose.

 

I'll add something. If others' license plates start with a "Calif" or a "Washing" stay far away from them. They don't know any better.