This would be in the Pit but (with one notable recent exception), I don’t love posting there.
Known this guy for 20 years. Were close friends for the first three or four. He’s an oddball and a self-styled “character,” which he has the ability to pull off because he’s from a ton of family money. Never worked a day in his life, not really (fake jobs in the family company, go-nowhere “businesses” he went through the motions of trying to get off the ground with family backing). He’s got way too much time on his hands, is completely self-centered, and is annoying/insulting to most people (bores or confuses them with his grandiose, hare-brained, short-lived obsessions/projects, like oh being a musician, a magician, an impresario, and Internet baron. And, infuriatingly, beds all sorts of hot chicks who find his BS edgy or interesting (doesn’t hurt that he’s tall, rich, and pretty good looking).
And – diagnosed with manic disorder (not, apparently manic depressive). My first part of friendship with him ended when he spiraled down into a manic meltdown that led to jail, inpatient treatment, and rehab (and medication). He faded out as he and his family were, I guess, embarrassed at what I’d seen in trying to manage the most dangerous part of the crisis (the jail etc. episode).
Re-introduced himself about a year ago. New leaf, sober, engaged, serious enough, kind of witty but no outre Charlie Sheen behavior (he even wryly noted that apparently all that “wizard” talk, which he totally exhibited in his meltdown, is typical in manic people).
Last few months – engagement is off, latest scheme is disintegrating into failure, feeling pressure from his parents who still deludedly believe that this time he can become a self-sustaining adult.
And the wheels are falling off. Last time I saw him about a month ago he was wearing effectively jester clothes and trying to make me go in to a fancy restaurant with him (they of course turned him away). Talking about his “new forms of art,” bragging about all the rich famous people who found him fascinating.
Tonight, after not hearing from him when I huffed off from our last time-wasting annoying encounter, he called me. There ensued 50 minutes of pure craziness about how he needs security because people would try to kill him for his brilliant scientific discoveries, there’s billions to be made here if we manage it right, he needs to buy up his block because it’s going to become a tourist mecca after he wins the Nobel Prize, he’s going to take his ideas to Howard Stern. I eventually said I had to run.
He’s organically sick, I know (though I’m convinced he’s also got serious personality and character flaws that keep him from fighting the sickness). But I have to do something, I think. I think tomorrow I have to call his 80-something year old father, whom I haven’t talked to in 15 years, and burden him with the need to Do Something. And I don’t know what that something is.
No point to this, just venting. Though if you have any brilliant suggestions, do tell, I’m all ears.