Dealing with the Crazies

Sir K is probably the best-looking boss I’ve ever had. So it wouldn’t be any surprise if he would eventually deal with the crazies (i.e. obsessive, Fatal-Attraction-type female employees). Now I won’t discuss his recent encounter with that psycho-chick (let’s just say that he dealt with it with such grace, upping his pogi points), because I’d rather not talk about HIS life. I’d like to share, though, an experience I’ve had with another nut job….

I was 16 then, and we just moved to this little neighborhood in Makati. I was this boyish little (mischievous) teener. Then there’s this one older guy who befriended me. He said he was 21, although I wasn’t convinced because he seemed older than that…he was probably around 25. He also introduced me to his friends (mostly my age), so I had an instant barkada. Among the barkada, I was closest to that older guy (let’s just call him Sam…cuz that’s his REAL nickname, hehe) because I enjoyed talking to him and sharing insights with him, etc. Plus he was extra nice and generous, so he immediately gained my trust (naive ako nun). There were instances when I felt maybe he had a thing for me, but I ignored that hunch because, I thought, I’m too young for him (and he could go to jail if he made some silly move), plus (that time) I was just a goatee-away from looking like a real teenage boy, so no guy could possibly like me.

The friendship went on until I had a conversation with another barkada who referred to us (Sam and I) as if we were a couple. “What gave you that idea?” I asked in disbelief. “Because Sam said so,” the barkada said.

“And you believed him?”

“Yes, you guys are close, so don’t blame us if we believe him.”

“Didn’t you guys even consider I’m too young for him?”

“That’s what Sam said: he’s worried about the age gap, but apparently you were sooo persistent to have that relationship, that you won’t take his ‘no’ for an answer.”

That really enraged me. I confirmed it with other people and they said the same Sam-story. What made it even worse is the people in the neighborhood really think we’re an item! Partly, I guess, I was to blame…nakipag-close pa kasi ako sa ulol na yon.

So how did I deal with that lying nut-job? Did I discuss the issue with him like what most matured individuals normally do? NO. I showed him my own brand of craziness…I sabotaged his car (he got four flat tires, belat!).

The next day I heard that his parents had to buy four new tires because of that. And, looking back, it’s making me wonder: why didn’t anyone squeal that it was me who did it? I did it in broad daylight, and there were so many witnesses, yet no one reported me.

I guess I got lucky.