I don’t know how much I feel like chipping in to a pile-on, so I’m really going to try to be fair in my comments.
Kyla is right. Zenster has a heart of gold, but is sometimes very hard to deal with. Now he did me a true solid. He took care of my dog for me for two months while I was living on a couch (another doper helped me out there: zyzzyva) after my wife dumped me.
But he did kind of hold my feet to the fire over it a little bit. I tried to get down to San Jose to visit as often as I could. This entailed borrowing my soon-to-be ex-wife’s car and driving an hour and a half to get there. Invariably I was roped into driving him all over hell and gone and lugging shit around his shop. This was all fine with me. I wasn’t expecting to be put to work, but I was hardly in a position to complain. Tit for tat. It seemed like fair trade to me.
At first I told him I’d pay him something for his trouble and he said, “nonsense, we’ll work it out somehow.” Every time I pressed for what he wanted he never really gave me a solid answer, and I was really in no monetary position to just throw a couple hundred bucks at him or whatever.
(Not to mention that he more or less “blamed” Daisy-Bob of giving Zen fleas when they both spent the entire day outside. When I got Daisy back I had to bathe her three times to get her clean.)
Later, once I finally gave up the ghost on my marriage, packed it all in and moved back to Maine with nothing, I posted something here about “Please tell me there are nice people in the world,” … I needed cheering up. Who pops in but Zenster, playing martyr, to tell me how nice he was to me and how no one appreciates him. I thought that under the circumstances it was extremely ill-timed, and a little insulting.
That’s all whatever it is. I admit, I could have been more magnanimous, but I wasn’t in a very good place when I was still in California, emotionally or financially. Whatever.
It was the little things. I’m pretty much a non-confrontational person. I can put up with most things. But it’s really hard to enjoy yourself in a social situation when one person is holding court on … everything. Everything he does, knows, thinks, cooks, reads, writes, listens to, etc … is the best. No questions will be entertained, because he knows what he’s talking about. Even when he doesn’t. Just for example … Zen, I hate to break it to you but Michael Nesmith is not the musical/entertainment genius you think he is. He was a fucking Monkee, okay?
I’m sorry to sound so critical, but I gotta call 'em like I see 'em. I think one time he said something about “Maybe I’m just loud and boisterous to cover my insecurities.” I can understand that. I’d hope that being able to admit that, and seeing how he’s affected people he’s had direct social contact with, he might be able to tone it down for his own sake.
I really don’t want to make an enemy out of Zenster, but I can’t say that I haven’t been annoyed by him far more than I’ve been amused by him. It’s my own shortcomings that I only ever stood there with a sappy smile on my face and didn’t speak my mind at the time.
We all have our faults.