Batsh*t Crazy…Why Narcissists Make Your Head Explode!


We all know them; we work with them,  interact with them at events, parties, numerous social gatherings, school  and yes, they’re even in our  families. The ever-present all-consuming ones who create drama…they feed off volatile situations like legendary vampires feed off human blood. They go from person to person telling tales of imaginary wrongs foisted upon them by the abundance of bad people who always mean them ill-will. And believe me, it’s always and forever someone else and never them.

They can’t keep a job because the boss, lets see — hates them, is jealous of them, less intelligent than them, less deserving of the title than them and we can’t forget the “isms”, no need to name them. Never-mind the insignificant little details that may involve tardiness, insubordination, arrogance and possible incompetence. That’s conveniently left out of the conversation because…wait for it, it’s not their fault! Shhhhhhhh….

If their relationships or marriages fall apart, of course, they’re the injured party and here comes the pity express. Need I say more. They rant, rave, pout, whine, storm out of rooms like crazy people, point fingers, foster hellish and nightmarish situations that an Academy Award winning screenwriter couldn’t possibly dream up in a thousand years. But somehow in their twisted sense of self, they will never own up to being the writer, director, editor, executive producer and star of their own melodrama or in many cases, horror film.

Oh, and lest I forget, how they can drag other people into their bizarre psychotic episodes. They can have you embroiled in conflicts that you have no knowledge of until you start receiving texts, Facebook messages, Tweets, phone calls and emails asking to explain. And your first thought is what the fuck is going on?????? Then you call them on their bullshit and out comes the righteous indignation; head explosion part deux!



Who am I talking about….energy vampires, malignant narcissists, self-absorbed morons, all about me jerks and batshit crazy loonies who live in a world created by them, for them and about them. No matter what, they can take a perfectly happy day and obliterate it into dust. When the meme “misery loves company” was invented, it was a person who was victimized by one of these foreboding creatures.

So people, take it  from one who knows, get these joy-sucking leeches out of your life! They serve no one but themselves and they don’t love anyone more than they love themselves. It’s evidenced by the their constant praising (of themselves) and kissing their own asses.  Oops, almost forgot, they’re smarter than everyone else on the planet and  they have no hesitation in telling you that…often. These nutters will drain the last ounce of breath out of your body and brain cells out of your head. They inherently aren’t worth what you go through to deal with them. They will never change but what they will do, is change YOU!

RUN!!!!! Your physical and emotional health depends on it!!!


Please Help This Family

I know it’s early in the morning but this story breaks my heart. There’s this wonderful family of 4 living here in Los Angeles. I met the mother briefly in my exercise class. She has stage 4 Lymphedema (which is a terrible debilitating disease of the lymphatic system). It has gotten so bad for the family that they literally have little to no food, money and must vacate their apartment has soon as possible.

The problem is that the system is so backed up and flawed that she doesn’t qualify for food assistance because her disability payment is too high…basically, I’m sorry your family has no food, but we can’t help you. Housing isn’t an option because the wait-list is well over a year. I will do everything I can to help them, but if there’s
anything any of you can do, please contact her family at 310.902-3134 – Evette.. No one in a country like the US should go hungry especially children.

Just Another Manic Monday….


Oh My GOD!!! What in the HELL just happened? I was supposed to continue to traverse the minefield that is bureaucracy, so that I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in starting my business. However, I found myself in a real life, honest to goodness scene out of Law and Order. I was involved in stopping a kidnapping of a relative.

My Alzheimer’s afflicted cousin was about to be spirited away by relatives on her father’s side of the family that she specifically told me, while she was in sound mind, that she wanted nothing to do with. I can’t go into specifics, but…What the Fuck!!!!! After this ordeal was taken care of…a restraining order and private security is involved, I was literally walking around as if I was in some surreal, allegorical fantasy, looking at this event from some otherworldly place. I’m not a member of some rich, powerful family who’s at war fighting over millions…we’re hard-working, middle class people for Christ’s sake. This was just all sorts of stupid.

Well…after all was said and done, I tried to de-stress by going to my yoga class. Bad move on my part there…the yoga instructor was obviously a torture expert in another life and was so good at it, she came back for round 2 in this one. She was in RARE form today. She had us contorting our bodies in ways that a body should never…EVER be positioned in. Did I say never ever? By the time I got out of that unholy house of Hell, I was even more stressed but also, I was hurting in every part of my body including my hair. When your hair hurts, you’re in big trouble.

So I eased my aching body into my car and of course I not only hit traffic, but every pothole known to mankind. What should have taken me 15 minutes to get home, it took 45. Don’t EVEN get me started. Upon arriving home, I realized I had to actually get out of my car and go inside my place….mind you, we’re having unusually hot weather here in LA and I had a choice; sit there in my car with the air running and look like an eccentric crazy lady or put my big girl dress on and drag my tired ass inside my home. Hmmmmmm….what to do? Of course I sat there for about 10 minutes looking like the crazy lady I am. What can I say?

Finally, after watching my neighbors watching me watching them, I turned the car off and went inside. And wouldn’t you know it, I didn’t leave the air on and it was sweltering. You would think it was time to just throw my hands up wouldn’t you? Nope, I’m a masochist, I needed more. I had planned on trying another recipe, so I left the dough to rise, but because it was so humid, it rose alright…have any of you watched that classic episode of I Love Lucy where Lucy and Ethel had the uncontrollable dough rising and exploding all over the place?  Today was my I Love Lucy moment, that thing expanded like a behemoth. All I could do was laugh.

I left it in the kitchen, went to the bathroom, ran a nice cool bath with my favorite Bath and Body Works bath gel and dove in. I soaked so long I was pruning, but I didn’t care one bit. After the day I had, a little pruning does a body good.

Was my day finally over…NO! I had to go back to my cousin’s facility to check on her and upon doing so, I found that she had forgotten what had happened to her today. And though Alzheimer’s is a dreadful, mind and life robbing disease, for once I’m glad her memory is not what it once was, because she’s resting comfortably and for someone who is but a shell of her former self, this is a small blessing. I want her to be at peace and in as little distress as humanly possible.

I’m still relatively young and healthy, so I’ve got this for her and myself. After having time to think about my day, I guess it really wasn’t as bad as I thought. I still have a ton of my life to look forward to but for my cousin and those suffering from Alzheimer’s, their best years are but a distant memory, if that. When I look at her, I try not to see what this disease is doing to her, but remember the wonderful, dynamic, fun-loving woman who regaled me with her extraordinary life. Yep…this Monday may have been manic, but oh well, such is life.

Bullshit…I’m still pissed!