Frat Boy
Yesterday morning when we were running together Frosted Pink Lipstick told me to talk to Frat Boy about X, X, and X. So I did, and he really didn’t care one way or another about anything I presented, and I liked that about him. I’m a mood matcher; if the people around me are high-strung so am I and if they’re chill I’m laid back too. I try to surround myself with calm people because I’m happiest when I feel at ease. I have a lot more friends that smoke dope than snort coke.
I grew up in a house of secrets; my mother would tell me what in our lives was too shameful to leak to the neighbors (Now don’t tell the neighbors or anyone in the family about this. It’s not something they need to know). And like most people it seems like I actively shun or accept everything that holds significance from my youth. I’m done with secrets because they’re permission for the perpetrator to continue his behavior and Mad Dog’s behavior isn’t OK with me. He’s mean because it excites him. He gets off on it. And that’s why I decided that Frat Boy and I should also talk a bit about Mad Dog. It was really more of a monologue than a discussion, but I had to get it off my chest, and he was willing to listen.
I vented everything, it only took a few moments because I talk unbelievably fast, and explained to the Lieutenant that I wasn’t telling him because I expected him to do anything but because I wanted him to know. I told him that I felt like everyone was keeping Mad Dog’s secrets and that I couldn’t imagine how that would benefit the Det. I told him morale was low and that these days it’s hard to find anyone who wants to go to Cuba. He countered that I could come to him with anything and thanked me for letting him know what was going on. He said something like this had happened on his last Det, there was a tyrant of a BU1, and he turned a blind eye to the situation until mid deployment, which was a mistake, because it was too late to correct everything that had gone wrong. He told me he would keep his eyes open and make sure to address issues as they arose. I told him thank you. And then I checked out on leave.
It’s the most wonderful coincidence that the day I was [maybe] going to ask to get pulled from the Det is the same day we were given a new OIC who has personal experience with the issue that plagues us.
I grew up in a house of secrets; my mother would tell me what in our lives was too shameful to leak to the neighbors (Now don’t tell the neighbors or anyone in the family about this. It’s not something they need to know). And like most people it seems like I actively shun or accept everything that holds significance from my youth. I’m done with secrets because they’re permission for the perpetrator to continue his behavior and Mad Dog’s behavior isn’t OK with me. He’s mean because it excites him. He gets off on it. And that’s why I decided that Frat Boy and I should also talk a bit about Mad Dog. It was really more of a monologue than a discussion, but I had to get it off my chest, and he was willing to listen.
I vented everything, it only took a few moments because I talk unbelievably fast, and explained to the Lieutenant that I wasn’t telling him because I expected him to do anything but because I wanted him to know. I told him that I felt like everyone was keeping Mad Dog’s secrets and that I couldn’t imagine how that would benefit the Det. I told him morale was low and that these days it’s hard to find anyone who wants to go to Cuba. He countered that I could come to him with anything and thanked me for letting him know what was going on. He said something like this had happened on his last Det, there was a tyrant of a BU1, and he turned a blind eye to the situation until mid deployment, which was a mistake, because it was too late to correct everything that had gone wrong. He told me he would keep his eyes open and make sure to address issues as they arose. I told him thank you. And then I checked out on leave.
It’s the most wonderful coincidence that the day I was [maybe] going to ask to get pulled from the Det is the same day we were given a new OIC who has personal experience with the issue that plagues us.
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