By Beauty Damned

Vicious!

Caution: May Offend. Not for aunties or grandmas. Not mine anyway.

I'm about to air some dirty laundry. Gossip is sinful, I know. But, this chick is crazy. And the situation is so out of this world that I can't keep it to myself. I'm (reluctantly) going to be kind and use first letters only.

Her name is C. I knew her when I briefly lived in New Orleans with Darcie. She seems like she may have some problems. I should feel sorry for her I guess. But tonight she's on the radar and she ticked me off.

Perhaps I should provide a little background. Or perhaps not, because it's unlikely that anyone cares, but in case you're in for some juicy gossip about individuals that you don't know and wouldn't possibly concern yourself with under any other circumstances, here it is. (Begin high school sequence) Darcie is one of my best friends. You all know that. Over four years ago she moved to 'nawlins and was roommates with this guy J, who is also kind of a jackass. (I'm not going to go into all the things that have led me to that conclusion, you just have to trust me). When I came to New Orleans Darcie was in the process of making some new friends. So was J. A lot of the friends they made were the same friends. One of them was this girl, C.

So C and J got together, if you know what I mean. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, but the other thing that sometimes results in a nasty disease and a bitter bashfest shared by the girl and her female friends. When J paid no mind to C and her appeals for friendship or her endless persuit of "closure," she confided in Darcie. Who in turn, did what any good friend would do, and condemned her own roommate, J, for his trouser snake shenannigans and heartless actions, and made no real secret about it.

Then I came along. I showed up in New Orleans about six months or maybe more after Darcie and J had moved there. A lot happened in a short time. I dated this guy who was part owner of the company that Darcie and C and J all worked for. Apparently, I drunkenly devulged some private information about him one night which later reached his ears by way of C. She also went out of her way to tell J that I had given Darcie some "rent" money, which was not rent money because it was payback to Darcie for money that she'd lent me. J got mad at me and Darcie, the guy I was dating got mad at me (and almost tried to take back a really beautiful & expensive dress!), we both got pissed at C, and Darcie and I moved out of NOLA before it could all explode into an even sillier drama than it had already become. And that was that. Now before you crucify Darcie and I for being scandalous, take note, we were not the ones who were really scandalous, though we undoubtedly had our moments. Scandal just seemed to kick down our door. C was scandalous. J was scandalous. The guy I was dating...a little scandalous. Okay, okay! There's more!

Darcie and I. Gone. Guy I was dating. Forgave me. We're still friends. J. Who cares what he's doing? Apparently lives here in NY now and thinks it's "his town." Jackass. His girlfriend E? Totally unhinged. C? Beyond, beyond unhinged. Needs serious therapy. How do we know?

This all comes to a head tonight. More than three years after Darcie and I moved out of New Orleans. Darcie dropped by C's web journal and had the nerve to drop a friendly "hello." Thinking, that like any normal human being, C would have long gotten over any ill feelings or bitterness about the trivial little drama that took place in New Orleans. Well apparently it wasn't quite as trivial to C as it was to Darcie and I. See, honestly, I could have seen that girl on the street today and would have said "hey!" and barely dwelled on any of the immature antics that took place down south those few years ago. But can you believe that she is still festering about it!?!? I mean, really festering. Or maybe she's just the biggest drama queen ever. But she talks as if it's the end of the world all the time. "Woe is me!!! How the heavens dost shit on me daily!" That's something she would say with sincerity. Think kinda goth, kinda rennaissance fair-ish. Super obnoxious poetry. *Shudder*

I wish I could post a link to the thread, but C has since deleted every last comment, closed the thread and disallowed any further commenting from those not on her "friend-list." Boo fucking hoo. She couldn't handle the heat she raised when she cornered Darcie in the thread about "what she wanted" (C: "What do you want from me???" ...Darcie: "Um, just saying hi, sorry I'll leave now.") Then this girl E, J's girlfriend, came on ranting about some crazy shit, about how she's C's friend and Darcie is a bad person and all this insanity. Then J came and attested that C is his friend and he realizes now, through sitting down with E and C, that Darcie was the problem all along. This is years later, people. Darcie and I have not had any contact with them in years. Darcie now understands that she shouldn't have made an attempt to contact them EVER. And she's being punished for that.

Darcie responded to E by saying she didn't feel comfortable discussing anything with her because they don't know eachother. C came back and said something like "E is my friend! And she can say what she wants! She loves me! Blah blah blah...she helped get me through the trauma of YOU."

She went on about being damaged, offered to slit her wrists (or something!), said some wackiness about "the aftermath" of Darcie. The MESS Darcie left behind. All this seriously deranged drama! This was the comment that I left before she shut down the comments (I guess it was too much for her to handle the truth):

I cannot believe how ridiculous this is. I'm sorry. Of course, Darcie had to call me to update me on the happenings over here. I have never laughed so hard! C. Are you really as crazy as you sound? Are you and J and this E broad really festering about Darcie after all these years? Did you and J actually have to sit down and have a talk to resolve the issues that you were left with in the "AFTERMATH" of Darcie's presence in your life?!?! It's ludicrous. E is clearly unhinged. I don't imagine that anyone who read her post here would come to any other conclusion unless they were just as seriously unglued from reality as she is. C, you're in the same boat. "Get burned"??? "Slit wrists"??? "As for who you were and where you were at that time of your life, You were young and naive."??? Who the fuck are you? What do you know about Darcie? You knew her for less than a year. "As for us, I said it already, I don't trust you." Who cares if you trust her? She said hi. Are you so insane that you had to grab that totally harmless greeting and transform it into a launching pad for your pathetic emotional fiasco?

Here is my favorite line of all: "E may have not been there for any of this, Darcie, but she did stay to clean up and live thru the after math. She was concerned that J and mine's friendship had been desicrated."

Oh you mean the friendship that was DESECRATED when J gave you a nasty venereal disease that you came crying to Darcie about because when you confronted him about it he ignored you? That friendship? The one that was desecrated when he ignored you some more because he'd already fucked you and he was a total jackass and didn't want to deal with any of your emotions (I wonder why!)? And so you and J sat down and blamed that on Darcie? Why now? Because she was there? The only one to blame? It's convenient, isn't it, to lay blame on the nearest person to whom you can muster up and attribute several unfavorable experiences to support your designation made to justify your own denial.

The worst thing Darcie ever did to either of you was: allow me to come and live with her and J, because I have to admit I can be hell on wheels; assist me and my little sister in booby-trapping J's bedroom with various wires, putting candy wrappers and trash between his bed sheets and the dismantling of his alarm clock; laughing while I made the "Certificate of Excellence" dedicated to you C, for being the biggest shit stirrer in NOLA; and occasionally laughing at you behind your back.

So big deal? We laugh about it all now, why can't you? Oh, because you are a victim? A victim of the evil Darcie? HAHAHAHAAAA! Whatever.

What does it all come down to? You guys need therapy. Carry on.

Maria Carreon

Now have you had more than your daily dose of true life soap opera, or what? You can't make this shit up. And why would you want to?

Posted by Maria at October 12, 2004 10:42 PM