sometimes good friends go bad, then crazy

chris and i had a interesting 4^th of july in dc this weekend visiting my long time friend michelle. the weekend was full of weird moments flashing michelle's true crazy potential. she was stoned the entire weekend (putting a bowl to her mouth the minute she awaken) which you would think would relax her but in reality didn't seem to phase her; it just made her repeat things over a thousand times ('we have to go at 230pm to meet my friends' was vocalized about a dozen times - each time she would get more agitated and angry at us for reasons unknown). michelle also was unable to do one thing for more than 15 mintues without feeling the strong urge to leave or do something else. sometimes, if we were in a museum, she would text message me 100 times stating: she was bored, going out for a cigarette, where are you, bought a bracelet cause she was bored, standing outside, i really don't want to be here anymore, smoking another cigarette, do you want to go, where are you - all within a 20 minute period of time. she also can no longer hold a conversation for more than an hour without bringing up some horrible trauma in her life. on saturday night, we got in a confrontation at a bar which i (and therefore chris) walked away from her to go back to the apartment. that is when the real crazy kicked in - leaving her screaming "my mother was a heroine addict" and "i was molested when i was 9" in between throwing things against the walls.

chris and i decided to flee her apartment for a hotel room. michelle sums up her anger here in one of the many, MANY emails/sms messages to me (i have changed nothing):

“look, i didn't know i was offending chris. but the way you approached
it mike was way out of fucking line in my opinion.

my real friends tell me to my face if i am offending them. i HONESTLY
didn't realize i was doing anything WRONG.

was winning the game pissing him off?
was i being too whatever?

i asked you to come here so i could have a FRIEND around to get over
BRIAN and what do you tell me to do?

STOP CRYING BABY, GET A THERAPIST

GEE THANKS FRIEND. THANKS FOR THE HUG, THANKS FOR THE FUCKING SUPPORT.
THAT'S ALL I FUCKING WANTED. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU HAVE TO TELL ME
TO GROW UP AND STOP CRYING.
I DON'T STOP.
MY MOTHER IS A HEROIN ADDICT, MY BROTHER IS IN A HOME, MY FATHER IS IN
A HOME, I WAS SEXUALLY, MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED BY SO MANY
PEOPLE YOU CAN'T COUNT THEM ON YOUR TWO GAY FUCKING HANDS. I FUCKING
HATE YOU. YOU ARE THE WORST FRIEND I HAVE EVER HAD.

I WENT TO FUCKING BRIAN'S LAST NIGHT CAUSE HE IS MY ONLY FRIEND WHO
WOULD HELP ME LAST NIGHT.

you have so many people that just love your funny nature so much but i
know the real ASSHOLE you are.
I hope one day you realize how controlling and what a fucking dick you are.
maybe not. oooh look at me, i am so cool i travel all over. ooooh
look at me. i am so awesome i get to go all over cause i am so
fucking great.

take a minute and think about what a jerk you are.
i know i have my faults. i don't deny them, i list them, i work on
them, i deal with them.

you, you laugh and make fun of everyone.
is that your defense mechanism to make fun of people who are NOT like you?

YOU ARE GAY. HA HA YOU'RE GAY. GAYS ARE RUINING THE USA. YOU WANT
TO HEAR THAT ALL THE TIME FROM YOUR FRIEND?

ALL I WANTED WAS A FRIEND CAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME WITH
LOSING BRIAN, BUT YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT FUCKING ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.

WHAT DID I DO THAT WAS SO FUCKING OFFENSIVE?”

needless to say, i don't think i will make it on michelle's christmas card list this year. i think the above sums up how our weekend was. although the fireworks were pretty awesome, as was the afghani exhibit at the national museum of art. ttfn.