Schleprock With Eloquence

I am due for a negative post, so I will handle this one as elegantly as possible. In doing so, I will not use names but will say the transgressor is not who readers might assume. This transgressor has a much longer list of transgressions than one should. That could be because people who often times try to help too often are, by default, involved with dangers that occur. I have a few things on my plate with the biggest thing being that I will soon have to organize myself towards getting the YYB bike running again. The bike was delivered to me with a lock on it which should be simple enough to get past, but still a considerable pain and some cost. The big part of that bike enabling task is the battery needed to give it power. I actually own 2 working batteries worth about $300 a piece. Neither of those batteries were brought to me when the bicycle was delivered to me. This transgressor stated that she would, at least, send me a photo of a battery to which I could one day ensure that I pay for the correct battery charger. The battery charger that I had got misplaced during my most recent suicide hotline experience. That experience was begun when I had gone through a great effort to make sure that I spoke to a person that could have had the proper ear. Yes, the entire scenario was my fault from July 14th, 2016 until that very day. You might note that that day is what I believe to be the single worst day of my recovery, of which there were many days to be competed with. It could well be that assisting me is just bad luck and that I am now the 2000’s version of Schleprock.

To that idea, I would ironically point out that “just trying” doesn’t always work, but can get a person in deeper to a mess one could help create. I have received gifts from Marietta, I should note. They were all fine and appreciated but very few were actually needed. They will clearly be used but just not needed. The bike (that was incompletely delivered and yet to be followed up on in any way) will be needed. That will cost me a good bit of money with my finances. Again, it was promised but not delivered. However that conundrum might eventually see a conclusion, I think it might be best for me to say “stop helping. Stop trying”. Those in Marietta have now tried in a big way multiple times. They have failed in a big way multiple times. Please keep in mind that I am paying for those losses financially, emotionally and probably a few other llys.

I am paying $1200 a month for room and board. When the weather improves, there will still be the chance for me to get out and earn a couple of hundred more. I am trying to currently do some of that with Tiburon, but I would of course welcome an opportunity to tack on a few more dollars. The way things have been looking for me, it might be better if I just handle some things on my own and manage my financial losses with less interference. I am appreciative of all things that have been done for me when they’ve worked, but too few have worked or even been needed. Broken promises by people to do so only add to my troubles.