Slippery people
25 October 2006 at 1:15 pm | In Stage whispers | 29 CommentsAfter my last play, I made a few noises to the effect that I was planning to take a break from the boards until sometime next year. It obviously didn’t take too long for my plans to end up in shreds and tatters, because once again I find myself embroiled in rehearsals for a new production.
What makes this situation just a tiny bit irksome (apart from the fact that my buddy Richard Head is also in the cast+) is the sure knowledge that I succumbed to the most basic of the suggested techniques from Chapter 1 of ‘Emotional Blackmail – A Practical Guide To Getting Your Own Way’
Knowledge does not necessarily translate into power, because it’s really, really difficult to say no to someone who looks at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes and whines, “But we neeeeed you”. It’s even more difficult to refuse when this little scenario plays out in a room filled with people all eagerly following the discussion. Bastards.
I am forced to conclude that my pathetic desire to please others can only stem from deep-rooted feelings of inadequacy. Fortunately, I am now able to blame these on my ex-wife.
+ Someone please kill me
29 Comments »
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI
Leave a comment
-
The side track
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License
-
hits
-
The squishy side
Blog at WordPress.com. | Theme: Pool by Borja Fernandez.
Entries and comments feeds.
The sods always prey on our need to be needed. Absolute blackmail!
I was about to ask you why you do this to yourself but then I remembered, I fall for the same sales pitch. Is there a Suckers Anon support group?
Comment by Katt — 25 October 2006 #
+ bang bang, i shot you down, bang bang… blah blah blah. i can’t even pretend to be funny today
Comment by The Granny Wrangler — 25 October 2006 #
Don’t moan, at least you’re loved and needed!
When r u going to do a show up here in ye olde gauteng dammit?
Comment by Luke — 25 October 2006 #
I’d offer sympathy, but since it’s really a self-inflicted wound… (he he)
Comment by chitty — 25 October 2006 #
It’s ok, it’s your inner egotist trying desperately to escape. I too suffer from this complex. I was BIG on the stage in the 70’s! Truly. I was a hit. Sigh. Perhaps I should stage a comeback. Oh wait – I am! We’re doing an ABBA send up for our company weekend away – whahahaha. It’s called excavating your inner egomaniac.
Comment by Bee — 25 October 2006 #
This is such useful inf… whoa. Did I just say that out loud?
Comment by barbedwire — 25 October 2006 #
katt: Yeah. I’d rather be kneaded than needed.
the granny wrangler: Don’t worry, I couldn’t be bothered to come up with alternatives to “irksome” and “sure knowledge”, so let’s call it even.
luke: Hey, it’s my party. I’ll do a show up north as soon as Radio With Balls goes on air.
chitty: Touché
bee: You’re terrible, Muriel.
barbedwire: I know I’ve said it before, but you’re evil.
Comment by kyknoord — 25 October 2006 #
Har har … you are just too wicked you.
Cough up the bucks, present me with a system overview
/organogram/business plan and i’ll attempt to ‘make it so’ …
Jawellnofine
Comment by Luke — 25 October 2006 #
Hm, ja I coloured my hair yesterday.
Comment by Spookie the Warrior — 25 October 2006 #
Poor KN, specially as Richard Head is going to be there again. Ugh just the thought of what he does in front of his mirror makes me {{shudder}}.
Learn to say no, ok.
Comment by Spookie the Warrior — 25 October 2006 #
It’s a hard life when things fall apart without your own special blend of genius, isn’t it?
Oh and Ja, blaming the ex-wife is practically a requirement now.
Comment by terri — 25 October 2006 #
You’re much more mature than I. I’m still blaming my parents
.
Comment by andrea — 26 October 2006 #
luke: Okay, but first I need to go out and buy a Lotto ticket. Back shortly.
spookie: Interesting. I cut my toenails yesterday (and I’ll learn to say no if it will make you happy)
terri: It’s always good to be mainstream.
andrea: Actually, I blame your parents, too.
Comment by kyknoord — 26 October 2006 #
The people who asked you to be in the play would probably not have accepted “no” unless you were breathtakingly rude to them.
Therefore, they have forced you to choose between participation and being a nasty person.
Try being a nasty person, and remember that it’s their fault, not yours.
Comment by Salman — 26 October 2006 #
Wait until their puppy dog eyes are at their widest. Then poke them.
I find this usually works…
Comment by 6000 — 26 October 2006 #
I find it generally works well to blame the ex. That way, you never have to take responsibility for anything.
Comment by Jam — 26 October 2006 #
Apparently I’ve so embraced my feelings of inadequacy (which I blame on my exes, parents and the media, because come on…) that I try to please them more than other people.
Comment by anne — 26 October 2006 #
I can’t say I ever have a problem with this. When someone says they neeeeeeed me, I say ” I know, dear. I know”. Pat them on the shoulder. And walk off.
At least they feel heard & loved, and so don’t realise the rejection immediately.
Comment by Champagne Heathen — 26 October 2006 #
You must be thoroughly deligthed Kyk. Being coerced into something, and having to spend an adeaute amount of time with Richard Head.
Two words:
Calmettes dollface.
Comment by peas on toast — 26 October 2006 #
[...] 10. Kyk Noord – I did not know that Kyk is an aktor. Here he talks about slippery people. As in greasy pole type slippery or skelems? [...]
Pingback by iScatterlings » Blog Archive » iScatterling Blogroll Round Up — 26 October 2006 #
aah- the oh so handy ex… do they come in kit form do you think?
Comment by angel — 26 October 2006 #
I like the poke the puppy dog eyes suggestion. But, as this same situation recently happened to me (Closing weekend of Footloose, of all things, THIS WEEKEND – WILL CELEBRATE HARD!), I want to know how to poke those puppy dog eyes over the phone.
sheesh.
Comment by beastarzmom — 26 October 2006 #
I have nothing intelligent to add….I am not intelligent…just rat-arsed…
may I say though…that I blame my inadequacies (shite what a word to type when under the influence*) on my ex-husband.
Just wanted to share that with you darlin’….
*edited 1000 times
Comment by Geena — 26 October 2006 #
salman: Or, stated another way, I have to choose between self-loathing and being loathed. The problem is I think I do a better job.
6000: Ah, the famous “Three Stooges” approach. Don’t I also need a ladder for that?
jam: Excellent. I believe a change is as good as a holiday.
anne: Now that is impressive. My feelings of inadequacy haven’t quite taken on a life of their own yet.
champagne heathen: Can I hire you as my agent?
peas: As long as they’re delivered directly to my brain via a revolver barrel.
iscatterlings: Take your pick.
angel: Not so handy, I’m afraid: mine took me twelve years to make.
beastarzmom: That would certainly revolutionise the phone-sex industry.
geena: Thank you for sharing
You do realise that intelligence and rat-arsedness are not necessarily mutually exclusive?
Comment by kyknoord — 27 October 2006 #
‘deep-rooted feelings of inadequacy’? Well, that is surely a lot better than having delusions of adequacy?
Comment by Alan — 27 October 2006 #
Kyk, it depends on how much you neeeeed me as your agent.
Comment by Champagne Heathen — 27 October 2006 #
Oh well … I’m happy (for me/us, not you!). Now we are sure to see you on stage – again!! And you will NOT be able to say “no” next year when I come with MY puppy eyes … Oh well, almost forgot: you are on board already.
Break a leg or two. Lookign forward to seeing you on the boards.
Comment by bth — 27 October 2006 #
Deep-rooted inadequacies, eh? While I doubt that, it may be you may need one of these:
http://www.besttreemoving.com/pictures.htm
Comment by Lori Witzel — 28 October 2006 #
a scapegoat, how convenient.
i tried blaming my alternate personalities, but i ended up taking all the blame myself…
Comment by other-duke — 8 November 2006 #