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Plays well with others.

Plays well with others

I got all smiley faces on my kindergarten report card in “plays well with others.” Plays well with others remained my best subject throughout my academic career. If there was a plays well with others major at the University of Maryland, I’d have majored in it. I’d be tenured faculty by now.

The most satisfying part of my career is based on playing well with others. When people can’t play well with anyone else, my employer calls me. I go out to play and make everything OK. I like people as soon as I meet them until they absolutely force me not to.

Because I got smiley faces on my report card, I am a little bewildered by a social situation I find myself in.

Last year, at a large social event, one of my great friends introduced me to a woman we’ll call F. She and I have several mutual friends and had been to several of the same events. we’d even exchanged remarks from time to time, as you might do with someone who you’ve seen around from time to time. our friend introduced us. I said, “Hi, I’m Oma, nice to meet you”. F responded, “you don’t like me.”

That response threw me a little. I told F that wasn’t true. I actually found her  enjoyable to be around. All the same, she pointed out several more times during the day that I didn’t like her.

In the fall, F and her husband were at a music festival I attended. Over the course of several days F again told me that I didn’t like her. Once, she told me how I didn’t like her while a friend and I helped her home when she was ill. Note that the last sentence didn’t say “while I was leaving her to die.” I’m clueless what I’ve done to give this woman the impression that I have ill will toward her.

F and her husband will be at a music event I will be attending over several days this week. I am dreading the encounter because I know I’m going to hear that I don’t like her.

Do you know what Nostradamus is writing here? He is writing "lo, upon the passing of hundreds of years, Omawarisan will find unlikable the acquaintance of a friend."

There is a self-fulfilling prophecy at work here. I’m just not sure which one it is.

Is it F’s insistence that I dislike her that will drive me to the point that I will decide she is right?

On the other hand, it could be that I, by anticipating what she is going to say, reinforce her idea, thus causing her to tell me what I think of her.

I’m looking forward to a few days away from the daily grind, in the company of some of my dearest friends. I’m going to relax and show why I earned all those smiley faces on my report card. I’m going to have a great time.

I’m also going to try my best to be very nice to F. I’m not going to try too long though, the game has gotten old.

God, I hope she doesn’t make my smiley faces have to work overtime.

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61 Comments on “Plays well with others.”

  1. Betty says:

    I would say to her, “F, why does it matter whether I like you or not?” That might shut her up.

  2. planetross says:

    Maybe she really likes you and her telling you that “you don’t like me” is like kids punching kids they like in the arm.

    … or maybe you just don’t like her. hee hee!

    I’d ask for some concrete reasons why she thinks this … if I really cared about it.

    • omawarisan says:

      Maybe she knows my likes and dislikes. I’m going to quiz her on my other likes and dislikes. If she answers the questions right, it will mean I dont like her

  3. shoutabyss says:

    That really is such an odd thing to say to someone. Extremely odd. Keep us posted on this one. Should be interesting! 🙂

  4. Margie says:

    Does she only say it when her husband is around?

    • omawarisan says:

      No…she’s done it with and without. I had to think it over. The first time, he was there, but not around us when it was said. In the fall he was standing right there several times. I’ll watch to see if there is a pattern this week.

      What’re you thinking if she does or does not?

  5. Margie says:

    I’m just wondering if this is some demented way of hers to deflect her discomfort when she’s around you because she’s attracted to you. She could explain away her nervousness by saying all this in front of her husband. Whether that’s it or not, she sounds weird enough to avoid (without being too obvious of course). Maybe W.G. can deflect the oncoming attacks if she’s with you?

  6. frigginloon says:

    Why don’t you just say “yes, you are right, I hate your guts”….then see what happens.

    • omawarisan says:

      That is the direction I nearly went last time and will probably go if it continues.

      “OK, look, you talked me into it. I don’t like you. You stay here, I’m going to be over there.”

  7. queensgirl says:

    Perhaps you inadvertently insulted her fashion sense? No, wait, that was Carly Simon. Unless F. is actually Carly Simon…

    Seriously, that is most bizarre.

  8. Karen says:

    I’m with Queensgirl. I think F is a thinly veiled pseudonym for Carly. Or…

    F skateboards to her job in the shipping department at Target, wearing a cowboy hat. And her favorite hobby is ice dancing.

  9. Karen says:

    Forgot my third theory — she was saddened when the Family O didn’t say hello when she was out on a pizza date with her new boyfriend Bubba Stinkypants.

  10. Kate says:

    Is F. in the fifth grade? Because this reminds me of when I was in the fifth grade and all us girls used to regularly move our school desks around depending on who we liked most and least at the time.

    Maybe F. is a reverse narcissist. I have a touch of that (according to my previous shrink). It’s basically when you think everything is about you, but in a negative way. Maybe she doesn’t get that people don’t sit around thinking about how much they don’t like her. In fact, maybe they would like her if she’d shut the hell up and be normal for a second.

    And regarding the report card, it’s funny you should mention it, because my mom just mailed me my father’s fifth grade report card that she found while cleaning out some stuff. My dad was the exact opposite of you, to the point that his teacher commented that he needed to realize he’s part of a group and not an independent student. I kid you not.

    • omawarisan says:

      ahhh there’s the key, if she’d just stop talking about it there would not be an issue.

      I like the 5th grade analogy too. If this crap starts up this week, I am getting up a huge dodgeball game to settle it once and for all.

  11. spencercourt says:

    Why not that the bull 😉 by the horns and ask straight out:

    “Why do you think I don’t like you”?

  12. Jessica says:

    How annoying! Can you just ignore her? Something like this happened to me recently (although not to this extreme or with this much frequency), and when the person said what they said to me, I just ignored them. I began talking to someone else who was around, and they just kind of gave up. I know that may sound mean, but it worked…just a thought. It does sound like grade school – kindergarten, really. She may just be trying to get attention, and if you don’t give her any, maybe she’ll stop?!

  13. KathiD says:

    I don’t know about you, but I don’t like her any more. Not that I ever did. But now I actively dislike the bitch. You can tell her I said so.

    • omawarisan says:

      Ha ha ha! I’ll tell her, but if she ends up on a ledge, you’re going to have to come get her down.

      What the hell, if it happens, I’ll get her down since I’m right there.

  14. Margie says:

    Yea, I don’t like that F. girl either!

    • omawarisan says:

      This is getting funny!

      Oh, I’m sorry, I should introduce you both. Margie, Kathi. Kathi, Margie.

      Margie, Kathi lives in Eden (not Eden, NC…she lives in the actual place) and is convincing me to get a dog.

      Kathi, Margie and I have known each other since Jr. High and once considered a career as a model for portrait artists who worked in the medium of chalk silhouettes.

  15. Margie says:

    Hi Kathi! Can’t wait to find out how it goes this week Oma!

  16. tsanda says:

    remember the time you punched F in the face? that probably did it.

  17. Counter Culture Clown says:

    Believe it or not, I too got “Plays With With Others”.

    Now? Not so much. These are my Legos, bitch, get your own…

  18. omawarisan says:

    The score at the end of the first period is:

    F: No references to me not liking

    Omawarisan: shocked and confused

  19. Margie says:

    Maybe F is getting all our vibes and it’s freaking her out to the point that she’s speechless…or is she?

  20. Karen says:

    I don’t know this for sure. It’s not like it was in US Weekly or anything, but I get the feeling this is how the whole Brangelina thing started. Oma, just say no to bad hats and excessive facial hair.

  21. omawarisan says:

    Day two –

    day one ends with F and husband having a party in their hotel room. Security called multiple times.

    Day two, dear friend tells me F and husband have been told by event organizer they will no longer be here if they have another party. F and husband find this unacceptable and are planning a party. In my room.

    I know I will not be allowing said party. 11 pm, while I am watching a band, F announces to me that she has organized this party in my room and people have been invited. Curious, I ask how many people. “I don’t know…People” I announce to her it is not happening.

    She reveals that the organizer of the music event we are attending has said she would be removed if she holds another party in her room. She told the organizer that she wasn’t going to have a party in her room, she is having it in Omawarisan’s room, #505. Why? “because they won’t suspect you.” Conversation ends with me declaring her legally insane.

    I return to my room, sleeping peacefully. Hotel security wakes me to ask if I’m having a party.

    So, the score at the end of the second period is a draw –

    Omawarisan: one party thwarted

    F: Sleep interrupted

    • queensgirl says:

      How does she know what room you’re in?!

      • omawarisan says:

        Oh, see? In a moment, I go from sympathetic character in this tale to suspect! But I say ney! The path you take has neither smoke nor fire, my poetic pal.

        On the night of round one, I returned to my room with friends to have one more beverage before night’s end. Sure enough, the door opens after a fashion and a friend who trailed us walks in, followed by F and Husband.

        Dear friend who is the source of the original introduction that is the basis for the post notes the arrival and immediately suggests steering the festivities to F’s room. F takes the bait. Security ends up in F’s room three times. F now has my room number.

        As I type this, I am safely barricaded in said room until heading for the airport in the morning.

  22. Margie says:

    Ooooohhh, good question!

    • omawarisan says:

      Hey, HEY! Where is the love Ms. M? I will come to your blog and post some prom pictures if you continue inciting trouble makers like QG.

      Now, if you two conspiracy theorists are through, I will be posting the denouement below… 😉

  23. Margie says:

    One last question from me…were you at F’s party when security was called? Just askin’.

  24. omawarisan says:

    Moving right along then…

    When we last left this story, I had thwarted an attempt by F to create a party in my hotel room, but had been awakened by a security guard who wanted to know if I was having a party.

    I thought about it this morning and realized that decisive action was needed on my part. I could no longer just play defense. I needed to go on the attack.

    The host hotel that we are all staying in is plastered with paper signs for the events occurring. The elevators, the halls the lobby, the doors. You can not turn your head without seeing a schedule of events.

    Throughout the course of the day, every sign was modified in some fashion to announce a get together in the room of F and her husband. Some referred to them by name, others just a room number, all announced the party. The ones near the front desk were not missed.

    Tonight, while I rode the elevator down with friends, a woman we did not know noted the party announcement. “Oh they’re having a party? Isn’t that great, I was looking for something to do.”

    The party should be starting soon, two floors up.

    So the final score,

    Omawarisan: 1,

    F: 0

  25. Margie says:

    Wait, doesn’t that make the score Oma: 2 and F: 1?
    Well, either way, you’re clearly the winner for now.

  26. Karen says:

    You have a way with denouement. Now, about those prom pictures. . . 🙂

  27. Margie says:

    I have a feeling Oma can only come up with pictures that I’ve supplied to him, but I welcome any new ones.

    Too bad we can’t all join him in his cathartic release tonight…especially if there’s martinis involved. Have one for me Oma!

  28. KathiD says:

    Oh, “prom” pictures. I read it as “porn” pictures.

    That’s very different.

    (signed) Kathi, from Eden

  29. KathiD says:

    P.S. “F” is a fruitcake. Soaked in rum.

  30. Margie says:

    Oh my Kathi! Now that just made my day!

    • omawarisan says:

      Yeah, you thought your business cards disappearing was a problem…THAT on your blog is a problem.

      You know, going back to that prom era…at some point we have to document the chalk adventures. If you have a picture of that would you send me a copy?

  31. BunnyK says:

    She’s a crazy toxic bitch! She’s a vampire. Do yourself a favor and stay away.
    No kidding. You seem like a nice person and this F person sounds like she’s got a personality disorder. You just cannot win with those people. Take it from me, bubbie: been there, done that!


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