Red Light phoned me earlier in the week and asked if I knew Talker was mad at her, had stopped speaking to her.
Though I had no idea the two had a falling out, I wished she’d have asked me if I cared, because I didn’t.
The two have been thick as thieves, go everywhere together, do everything together, have come to be involved in each other’s family.
Most nights when I head to bed, I see the two sitting on the bench across from my window, enjoying the cool evening air while chatting — but not lately and didn’t think anything of it until I got the call from Red Light saying how hurt she was Talker wasn’t speaking to her. So hurt that she doesn’t "feel like" organizing bingo any longer.
Can we say melodramatic boys and girls.
I don’t know what she expected me to say, if she expected me to take sides, but the whole thing reminded me of elementary school; also reminded me that phrase "Familiarity Breeds Contempt". There’s always drama, in one way or another, when one gets too close to others. That’s why I like being friendly with everyone but keeping a wall around myself that few are ever allowed to gain entry beyond the wall.
The drama in this case, as told by Red Light, is that Talker was at the pool with her little granddaughter. Red Light was with them and talking on the phone to her brother. Talker said something to granddaughter about a plant around the pool that was poisonous, the granddaughter made some kind of macabre joke about using it on someone (that’s the first thing I would have thought of as well, LOL). Red Light’s brother said something about it not being a thing to joke about, tell a child about, and Talker took offense. Red Light’s brother apologized, Talker did not accept the apology and told Red Light that she and her brother "don’t get it".
"What don’t I get, Shirley?" whined Red Light when she was recounting the event to me.
"I don’t know what you don’t get, but I can’t take this seriously" and told her to give it some time, that Talker would get over her anger and they’d be friends again.
"I don’t want to be friends again with her", said Red Light.
We’ll see about that.
I was looking forward to next Friday’s bingo game to see if this elementary school phase was over — that the two were back on speaking terms, sitting at the same bingo table, hanging out at night on the bench. But then …. posted to facebook yesterday was a photo of Talker out having lunch with Painted Rock Lady and a resident who lives around the corner from me.
Ouch! It has to sting that missing from the photo is Red Light who has to have also seen the photo.
We'll see how it goes at next week's bingo but, thus far, we have Dream Lover not talking to his former girlfriend and now Talker and Red Light not speaking.
I’m just happy to be a loner and that my gut issues got me out of joining the girls for lunch without offending anyone with the truth — that I don’t want to join your lunch group, get that involved, it’s just a little too friendly for me.
I took a drive out of the area after this morning’s workout to pick up a package.
Instead of picking up the package, getting back in the car, driving back to the complex, I first went to check out the store's Halloween display and found the funniest thing.
Distracted from my mission, I picked up a few incidentals and was heading back to the car when I remembered, OH THE PACKAGE!
That's right, I’d almost forgotten what I’d made the trip out of the area for.
Eight more days until the 1st of Halloween and I can begin to set up spooky scary whatnots.