I'd love to get some junk off my chest here, but I am literally too exhausted to complain. Just thought you should know. ::)
Is it:
a) Stupid people do stupid things?
b) Otherwise smart people still do stupid things?
c) Help! The Universe is out to get me!
or
d) A combination of the above?
:P
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Oops. Exhaustion and Complaints. Heavy. Hope you feel better soon.
Sending some fresh-tapped BC mountain energy your way. Hope to hear the rest when you get re-energized. Breathe!
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Thanks, breathing, now.
Our play had a rough opening night. When I finally got home I was immediately called by an irate father of a young cast member who notified me that one of my backstage crew (another father of a daughter in the cast and a dear friend of mine) had put his hands around his daughter's neck. He was calling it assault, which technically it was. However, I know this guy and he would never hurt a kid. I also know this kid and am aware of what a total brat challenge she is. To calm him down I swore that the other father would never be backstage again. This killed me because he's always there and always been a help, whereas the accuser hasn't lifted a finger to help the show in any way.
Next, I called my friend the accused and he was all upset. So, while I was beat from opening night, I had to sit on the phone for several hours going back and forth between two livid gentlemen. We got it settled, but it was really exhausting.
This morning I saw a cartoon in the paper with two teachers in a teacher's lounge. One was saying: "Helicopter parents are bad, but Zeppelin parents are the worst-- all quiet and distant, then boom! Explosion."
That's a terrible tale. Assuming the man actually did put his hands round the neck, what a silly thing to do, however the youngster was behaving. Sorry you seem to have lost someone who was a help to you, except I suppose in the end he wasn't.
He was, actually. The hands around the neck was not a strangle, but a mock and (he thought) comic gesture. I talked to the kid after the show, and she was fine, happily jabbered away, and said nothing about it right after the performance during which this occurred. No-one else saw this happen. My guess is that she was cranky when she got home, burst into tears (as cranky kids will) and Papa (who may also have come home cranky) peeled an excuse out of her.
Nevertheless, my friend was in the wrong, of course. I was worried that he'd never speak to me again, but he has. He called and left a message in a raspy voice, calling himself "The Strangler", so he was able to laugh about it. It was a sobering learning experience for all of us.
So a parent over reacting. But it is a thin line.