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Edited on Sun Jan-25-04 08:38 PM by NightTrain
I just spent a half-hour on the phone with my buddy Patrick, whom I've known since 1990. To say that our conversation was disturbing would be putting it mildly.
God, where to begin?
You know how as people get older, sometimes they inadvertently fall out of contact with some of their friends, even people they've known for years and years? Well, that's what has happened with my old gang over the last few years. We're still friends and all, and we still see each other on occasion. But it's not at all unusual for a year or more to go by when I'm not in touch with any of those folks.
Come to find out, Patrick has been taking this lack of contact from the old crowd personally--to a point at which he was literally crying into the phone tonight about feeling unwanted, and at a time in his life when he's having a lot of other problems and really needs the support network of his old friends. (I won't go into detail about Patrick's other problems. Suffice it to say, most people with his difficulties would also crave a support network to lean on.)
So, how the hell do you reply to that, particularly when you weren't expecting it in the first place?
For my part, I tried to assure Patrick that my not having been in contact with him was nothing personal. I also offered an apology for any mental anguish (for lack of a better phrase) that I may have caused him, and that I certainly would be happy to do whatever I could to help him out.
Unfortunately, I don't think my assurances convinced Patrick. For one thing, of the several people for whom he left messages today, I was the only one who had called him back. Patrick is convinced (incorrectly so, if I know the old gang) that he has been ostracized, and is demanding to know why. I replied that I certainly had not ostracized him, and tried to explain what I wrote above, about old friends sometimes drifting apart for no discernible reason.
I'm concerned that Patrick's mental state is crumbling. I saw this happen before, in 1998, the result of which was that Patrick spent some time in the psychiatric ward of the UConn Health Center. What landed Patrick there was that he had attempted to carve some ancient pagan religious symbol into his lower left arm with a butcher knife, and inadvertently opened an artery! At Patrick's request, I had brought him some things from his apartment that he had wanted for his hospital stay. When I walked into that apartment, the amount of dried blood I saw damned near made me faint! It was even on the ceiling. As such, you can see why I found his phone call tonight disturbing.
I suppose the best I can do is to remain in phone contact with Patrick and see if his frame of mind improves at all. If y'all could send a little love our way, both Patrick and I would very much appreciate it.
Thanks, DU! You're the best. :pals:
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