Ever wonder what the end of Nym's rope looks like?

The BBQ Pit
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It is thus: Take one Nym. Have her at the end of a three year long relationship with the man she considers her best friend. Have her decide to move to another city to have a fresh start.

See Nym.

See Nym be optimistic.

Optimistic Nym! Optimistic!

Have Nym relocate to said city, get not one, but two jobs to make sure the bills are paid. See Nym get an apartment. See Nym start dating again, finally. See Nym be happy.

Ready? This is the plot twist. I’ll even move back into first person.
Then steal my car. Then have my father yank my trust fund. Not the trust fund I was living on (RE: two jobs) but the trust fund I had invested for my theoretical children’s education. Watch me realize that, hey, it was kinda nice having that money for backup, considering I’m now down to no jobs. Now I go back to bartending. I’m not down on bartending, but I’d done it for years and thought I was done with it. Utterly done. Figured, hey, I’d gone to umpteen years of college for a reason, right? But, no, of course not. Now here comes the roommate that, although we’d been good friends for years previous, decides he doesn’t like cleaning. Not even picking up. And FORGET about paying the rent, let alone any other bills. No matter how much fun it was making a living bartending before, making a living for both of us is even BETTER! Oh, the joy. Kick out roommate. Get another. This one pays bills, but is just a freak. Leaves. Get ANOTHER roommate. Wow. Deja vü. I’ll excerpt from my LJ:

Have third roommate continue this trend umpteen times. Including eating the pizza a friend sent me all the way from CT so that I don’t waste away. Lost job. Well, know where job is, just not allowed to do it anymore. Beg money for rent. Thrice. Can’t get elected dog catcher. Come home, tell roommate two things. 1) the rent is due tomorrow, and 2) he will have his things out within two weeks. What does he tell me? 1) He doesn’t have it and 2) Can he possibly stay longer?

I think I’ve shut down. I’m not replying to email, I’m not taking phone calls, I’m trying to not leave the house. I need to do laundry, I don’t have enough quarters.

I’ve sent out hundreds of resumes, walked the city for hours, signed up at two temp agencies. I’m hungry.

I figured before I called up someone to beg ANOTHER $450 for rent, I’d vent first.

This is the worst year I’ve ever known.

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Damn. Except for the room mates and the move, I think you might be my Bad Karma Twin this year.

::hands Nym a shot of tequila::

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Check your email, Nymmy.

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I’m sorry to hear about all the crap you are going through. The fact that losers have been sucking you dry while you have been having a hard time just surviving on your own is particularly crummy. Hope that working via temp agencies ends up landing you a permanent job.

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I wish there was something I could do to help, Tonya. Just please don’t give in, ok?

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:frowning:

I wish I could do something too.

Hang in there, Tonya.

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Nymmy, in case you’re still online reading this. I’m serious. Check your email. I can help.

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Life can suck sometimes. And sometimes it seems like the suckiness just isn’t going to end, doesn’t it? But it WILL end… You’ve got lots of great friends who care about you very much who will do everything they can to make sure it does end. I’ve said this to you before, but it bears repeating: none of this is your fault. It’s not because of any dumb moves on your part, nor dumb decisions, nor is it karmic retribution for being a bad person, which I can unequivocably say you’re not. It’s just plain old fashioned bad-luck. Bad luck runs in streaks, but it DOES end.

Okay, enough syrupy talk. Some Chicago-based doper take that woman out and buy her a shot of Patron!

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You did pass on the message that I’d beat him if he ate that pizza, right? I guess I’m going to have to come out there as soon as I get some cash and take care of business.

Babe, do me a favor, don’t block out your friends. Check your email. Answer the phone. Talk to us. I’ve been there before. We all have in some way or to some extent. We can understand. You know we’re here to help, just like you’ve been there to help us. Dude, so serious, dude.

I’m not losing another friend.

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Just tell your bad Karma to come over here, and I’ll have words with it, no nasty Karma is allowed to beat up on peoples I know (even if it is only virtually). While you are about it send over Arden’s as well, it has obviously not been behaving itself either.

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{{{{{{{{{{{Tonya}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

You are one of the kindest, sweetest people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting on this board. Don’t let this get the better of you.

I love you,

Robin

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No, no, no, no, nonononono…NO!

NOT what I meant to have happen. At all. I should have done this on LJ. Fewer people to see it.

<sigh>

Thank you, really. All of you. With the IMs and emails and phone calls and the…I mean, jesus, the thread isn’t even an hour old.

I’m not checking out, nutting down, throwing my hands up, or pick your directional euphemism. I just have to be quiet for awhile. That is all. There is a point where you are not making anything better by talking about it. You are whining. And I have hit that point. I don’t really feel better talking about it, I don’t make anyone else feel better, so I’m just stopping. Not an attention ploy, a cry for help, or anything else. Just doing my goddamnedest to keep my shit together.

It was only a venting procedure. I’ll get in touch when I have happy news.

Oh, and please, for those of you that offered PayPal money, I don’t even know what that is. Please tell me you can get the money back.

Gods, I think I feel worse now.

I sometimes forget this place isn’t the inside of my brain. I’ll have it locked now.

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Not that I recommend violence of any sort, but I think that if I’m ever in that situation, I just very well may “discuss” the rent issue with the roomie whilst I’m preparing dinner (if you get my drift). Maybe punctuate the sentences with hand waves sort of like I don’t know the damn knife is in my hand.

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PayPal is a service site that lets you send people who have an e-mail address money. Essentially, it facilitates secure electronic fund transfers between individuals (oooo! big words! jargon alert!). To use it, you have to register at the PayPal site so they know where to send (or get) money.

I’ve used it for eBay transactions and to contribute to the American Red Cross relief funds. It’s like paying your regular bills using the banks on-line bill paying stuff.

Here’s a link to more.

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Nymysys, I’ve never talked to you on the Board, but I’ve certainly read your posts. And I’ve met people that have met you and regard you well. Just reading this thread I can well imagine what brought on the No, no, no, no, nonononono…NO!

What I can offer is that from afar I imagine you’ve got the qualities that will allow you to bob to the surface, as annoying as it is to have to do it again. My twenties were insane years belabored by acquaintance similar to those you describe. While my thirties were a bit less cuckoo (and I can’t honestly say I didn’t enjoy some of the cuckoo/insanity) peace came when I started being able to tell the drains on my life that I didn’t have the time.

I don’t know you personally, but I think you’ll get through (and ten or twenty years later they’re some great stories to tell).

Good luck, Nym!

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Nym, there comes a time in just about every person’s life when the boat is swamped and the waves just keep coming. Yeah, sure, if you try reallyreallyreally hard, you can dog paddle until the weather clears.

But, it’s exhausting, and if one more thing blows in, that may be it. So, for heaven’s sake, child, if someone throws you a rope, take it.

First, you buy yourself a little breathing room.

Second, you relearn how important you are to others. (They like you! They really like you!)

Third, the people who want to help feel better when they can help.

Fourth, you become a bigger person when you let someone help you.

No one here is worried that you’re going to welsh on a debt. Just set up a realistic payback plan, and you’re good to go. Honestly, Nym, stop making things so hard for yourself, 'kay?

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