Schemers…

A definition of the word Schemer: a deviser of plots and plans, especially secret or cunning ones intended to cause damage or harm.
This is an interesting breed of a person, one I wish you never have to experience in life. There is a whole menagerie of schemers in the world. You have the “pity me” the “switch and bate” the out right “stealers” the “get a heads” I could go on and on.
I’ve worked with and have employed them, went to school with, dated, lived with, caught on the street and online, mostly ran from them. The schemer that gets me the most is the one that pretends to care or be your friend to get full advantage of someone else.
I remember in school the one girl that always seem to befriend the straight A student in each class (no, that never was me) How ever I did have one that wanted me to help her on her homework and projects in payment of pizza and beer.
My Pops is the king of smoozing and scheming to get clients, I’ve seen him go out and play a round of golf just to run into “old Joe” who just so happens has a condo plan going up or wants a complex drawn, I guess that’s business.
Politicians are keen on the smoozing, a friend of mine works for one, for 5 years out of the six years of their employer’s term she’s treated like garbage but when election time rolls in look out all is good. (Can’t say who this is but I’ve rapped about this before).
I’ve had people be nice to me to get close to someone I know, hence this rant today. When I was younger my older brother Luke was being followed a by a girl, Luke only having his head stuck under a set of dumbbells never noticed her, so she struck a friendship with me. She would come over to do homework or a movie or play a game of pool, what ever and the first thing she would ask “Where is Luke?” Her head constantly bobbing and weaving looking for him, I was crushed.
Now it’s come to my attention that it’s happened again but in reverse order. No, not someone was befriending Luke to chum around me but once again someone befriending me to go after Jacks. (Ok, do I smell?)
I write my blog, as you know, as a journal of my travels and tribulations of my life. I don’t blog hate shit, or falsehoods and rarely do I use a name unless it’s approved. When I think of something funny or that really pisses me off I babble about it here. But Shay, what you have done and said and the vile acts you have pulled is way beyond comprehension. I’ve e-mailed you to stop your banter comments and received words only a drunken sailor would spew from you. Let’s not make this a war of words because you know I can easily slay you.
What’s done is done, they only want peace as do I, and he isn’t bothering you nor has he ever. Take a step off the fantasy bus and get into the real world a while. He is happy just like life is and that’s dandy for the rest of us too why not you?
Why am I commenting on here? Well A: this is MY blog and B: she keeps clicking that “Contact me” button. In which I rarely respond to unless its here.