Run-in with a psychopath

Hi seeker,

Great observations.  I totally agree with your list. 

That's exactly what I've learned to do.   Don't bother going up against them, it'll just drain you.  Walk away.  For a lot of people this is hard.  It's difficult to walk away from an argument or fight, due to the need to be right, because of ego, etc.  Just walk away is all I can say.  It ain't worth it.  It'll be one of the more important things one learns while here in this zoo................Recognizing when you're in a futile fight with someone who's mentally off and acting nuts.    And then finding it in yourself to take a deep breath........and walk away.   Once someone has revealed themselves for what they are, the next step is to not make the mistake of letting them back in one's life / reality / realm.   This is BIG problem for a lot of people because many people are very forgiving, trusting, etc. and want to give people the benefit of the doubt, second and third and fourth and fifth chances.......and then several more chances..........I mean, when is enough enough?   

It's tricky, because one is walking a fine line between being cold and unforgiving and non-understanding, and being wise and recognizing a toxic person who will never change and keep repeating that behavior.   Let's face it - we all have bad days.  We all get grumpy and snappy, we all have egos we all have our personal buttons.    So it's a fine line between recognizing a situation as someone being grumpy and having a bad day, and someone displaying a repeated pattern of energy sucking negativity.   Whether they're an OP, or a souled person who's been severely traumatized by life, it doesn't matter.   A toxic personality is a toxic personality and is best kept away if one wants to progress.

I think the best bet is to carefully observe the situation and rely on intuition to figure out what's going on.

I worked with one for over a year.  The whole atmosphere at the office was affected.  He was downright evil.

I had a run in with a psycho today, at work, over the phone.  This guy was NUTS.   Loony toons.   It's a long story, but the guy was a nutter is all I can say, acting psychotic to anybody he talked to on the phone, cussing.   And of course, stupid me falls for it, and got ALL riled up.  He had me derailed for several hours.   It's like I know stuff intellectually, but when I find myself in the middle of a situation I get the big "F" for a grade, every time.    I never react the way I should.   First off I get riled up.  Mistake number one.  I should be able to not be fazed by someone else being psycho.  They have issues, and it's not my problem.   But yet I do.   Then when they start cussing, name calling, etc. like this guy was doing today on the phone, I should know better than to take it personal.   Yet I do anyway.   Mistake number two.   This person doesn't know me, and again, obviously has issues.  Not my problem. 

Like a textbook case, there was no reasoning with him, and the more anybody tried to talk to him, the louder and more aggressive he got, cussing, making threats, etc.  If we hung up, he called back, five times as mad.   He was insane.  UHHHH!  I get mad just thinking about him.   Every time, I fail to react the way I should....which would be a non-reaction, ideally.   No feelings.   Total neutrality.  I really wish I could master this.  Truly feeling nothing and not caring in the face of evil psychos spewing hateful rage, tossing personal insults, and stooping to every trick in the book to extract energy.  So far I can't do it.   

Mostly it's because when these incidents happen, I'm not prepared for them.   There I am, minding my own business, feeling very calm.   Then I'm face to face with someone or talking over the phone with someone who's ready to pick a fight, or who's just a nasty hateful person in general, probably honing in on me in a MCS type of way.   And I'm never ready for it.   I'm not somebody who just has nasty insult comebacks ready off the top of my head.  It doesn't come natural to me, even after 29 years.   In a way I'm glad I don't, it means I'm not like them.   

Anyway, so that's that.   I really need to work on this.    The only way to "practice" though is to continually find oneself up against these type.    And all I can say is, living in this area of Florida (Ft. Lauderdale) there's no shortage of sicko a*******.   Very very nasty people down here, some of the worst I've ever encountered.   The native Floridians are usually cool, especially the ones from North Florida, with their Florida / Georgia accent.   They're always friendly and happy.    It's the "imports" from the Northeast, and the locals with too much money and no heart that are the problem.  They're just the nastiest people on the planet.   

After today, it cemented my decision to leave.   I'm done with this place, see ya, buh bye.   I'll be out of here within 2 months.

Hi Lakme,

Thanks, it's good to hear I'm not imagining this!    Today was the straw that broke the camel's back.   It's been building for months now.   I work for a yachting brokerage, which I thought was going to be a cool and fun industry to work for.....Holy cow, what an eye opener.   I realize now that the purpose of me landing this job was to be able to stockpile money so I can leave Florida.   It has enabled me to do so, since it pays me well and I have minimal monthly output as far as bills are concerned.   

I've learned a couple of things about this industry:   The brokers are usually always nice.  They're normal guys, for the most part.   The clients on the other hand are either practically retarded, or, just the meanest people you've ever met.   Too much booze, drugs, sun and money.    Bad combination.   My first week on the job (I'm a receptionist) some guy walked into the showroom and I stood up to greet him -- which is my job, mind you -- and he looked at me, made the most condescending face you can imagine, just TOTAL disdain for me, waved at me and said, "Sit back down, just calm down, okay?    I don't need your help...." then looked away and started wandering off, full of arrogant self importance.   

I just stood there, STUNNED.   Calm down?   I merely stood up.   I hadn't even gotten to the point of saying Hello yet!    If that's considered getting all worked up, I'd hate to see how he responds to a hyper manic person.

At any rate, he came back around a little while later, and now, he actually DID need something.   I had the receptionist window closed though, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye work through this dilemma.   He started to approach the window, then I guess he remembered his own words to me about "Calming down" and "leaving him alone" because he "didn't need me", and I literally watched him squrim.   Start to approach...the stop and hesitate, looking nervously around....start to approach again...the wander off, determined in the end, due to pride, to not approach me.   I kept my eyes glued to my computer, typing away, ignoring him.  lalala!    He didn't need ME helping him, right?   His own words.

That was my intro. to this business.  I've lived here for 2 1/2 years, but most of that time I was working out in Plantation, away from downtown, Las Olas, the beach, and the rich condo / yacht crowd.   So, it's been an eye opener.  These people have their heads up their butt is the only way to put it.   Some of the things that come out of their mouths....They get their kicks out of treating people like dirt, watching people squirm, and wiping the smile off your face.   I don't smile anymore to the clients who come in at my job.  I learned not to during that first week.  I smile and laugh and joke with the brokers and admin girls, but not the yacht buying clients.    To smile invites in attack.   It's a sign of weakness / dumbness to the them I've learned.   They perceive you to be an easy mark, and go in for the kill with nastiness....even mocking the fact that you look happy, doing their best to make fun of you to your face, and stamp that out.   I look young too for my age, and repeatedly hear that I look about 20 or 21.   So unless I act like a non-smiling tough professional no-nonsense receptionist -- a bitch with attitude, basically - they won't / don't respect me.  It's sad, and I'm tired of having to act like that.   

My boss knows this.  She halfheartedly jokes around that I should smile more, but she knows why I don't.  She's watched the change.  She talks about how this place is a major energy drain, and she has to take energy working classes like Yoga to compensate for it.  She in turn acts like a handful, in her attempt to feed whatever bits of energy she can from others to make up for the energy that people suck from her.   It's a crazy cycle.   

Like I said, I'm done.  I love the beach, but that's about all I love about it here.   I can say that I finally have Florida out of my system, and I'm free to leave now.    Woohoo!    Thanks for the post and the good wishes, I'll need it! 

organic portal ey ? interesting. from the descriptions i believe i might have became friends with one as soon as i moved to phoenix;

i have some questions here. sorry i am not familiar with organic portals or how they work. if theres a thread please aim me there.

1) is an organic portal "born" on earth into the earth reincarnational system?

2) or is the OP kind of transported here fully grown ?

3) do they carry a certain look ? or can look like anyone anything ?

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it seemed like this man came out of nowhere, seriously. we will call him X. me and 2 high school friends moved to phx 4 college 2gether, and we were newbies in the valley of the sun. i must admit we were habitual maryjane smokers, and naturally we wondered where the heck we would get our grass from now that we'd moved.
well, we began school and after i while i ran into X. he was much older than any of us, he claimed to be something like 25 but i think he was like 30 or something. he seemed to always be lying or making up stories about his past , which is why i ask if OPs are born or just transferred. he claimed to be married yet he said he "lost" his wedding ring. i did meet his wife and daughter later on though, but does that mean he is not OP?
anyways. X was the "dope man" we all wished for. sometimes i wonder if our collective wish created his entity. i mean he always had grass, and tons of it.
he then began what i call "the dumbing process" on us, which i became aware of (a bit late) and did NOT like. he would be at our house 7 am with blunts, calling us names if we did not want to get high.
looking back i sometimes feel he was an evil force, trying to hold me down, yet he was, on the outside, a nice man. he seemed to be a caring friend, helping us with things we would need, such as fixing holes in the apt. walls. (he was a contruction worker)
but , so much of his story is full of holes, and even my best friend said that "X has a bunch of skeletons in his closet" and that statement shook my bones.

does this sound like OP? or something else? some other kind of entity. im not too familiar with these kind of terminologies of human-looking entities that arent quite human.

this guy X also looked like a damn lizard... honestly.

he was also VERY tall, i mean like 7 feet or almost there. had to duck to enter doorways.

ALSO. when i realized i had become friends with people in the STS mindset and those who were following X's lead... i decided to get out and move away. X and some of my friends (surprisingly NOT the ones who i moved out there with) were very curious as to where i was going. i would have to keep beating around the bush when they began question attacking me about where im moving. then, one da after i moved, i went back to my ex roomate house for some stuff, and X was there of course smoking blunts. of course in a few seconds he asked "where are you staying?" to which i replied "at my apartment" and he kind of stumbled and said " well.. i know ... your not staying on the street..." and left it at that.

what do u guys think ? a bit of my life story ey ?

Hi Sedna,

Good to have you back.     So I guess you were moving too recently.   It's that time of the year you know, according to Ellie Cyrstal.   August into September.

Everything you said was right on about the situation with nasty people.....not worth getting upset over, although it's hard not to.  In the end at my old job in Florida I tried to adopt the don Juan mindset (from carlos castaneda's books)    Don Juan, as well as the Toltec teachings in general, call them "Petty Tyrants", and don Juan's attitude towards them is to relish them as a learning opportunity, a way to practice "not doing."  Not doing is just that....not doing what you normally would do, not reacting as you normally would.   Don Juan's nagual taught him to view Petty Tyrants in this way, as learning opportunities, instead of running from them the way Don Juan originally did, and which most of us also do.   I originally ran from them too.   But at my job, I started practicing.  I actually got pretty good by the end, and would get these jerk people on the phone whom I wouldn't even have any emotional reaction to.  I'd just feel bored and blank when dealing with them, which was a huge step in the right direction.   Overall though I give myself a "D", because I wasn't able to pull that off the majority of the time, only here and there.  I was too spotty.     Petty Tyrants, psychopaths, OP's, soulless types...whoever they are, the pattern is the same.    We must practice practice practice!

Edit:   Hi Zonabi......wow, I have no idea who (what?) that guy was you were dealing with.   Could be anything by the sound of it.....what was especially interesting was the fact that you said he looked like a lizard, and was super tall.   That's pretty interesting.   Maybe he was one, in disguise.  Or maybe he was fully human, but a pawn of the MCS, designed to get you hooked on weed, and keep you distracted.