Ric! Ric! Ric! Ric!

 

This morning's chelating sesh got me down the rabbit hole thinking back to 2005 when I was staying with Ric at his condo and we'd watch SNL on occasion. There'd be this character played by Amy Poehler who was supposed to be a hyperactive little girl constantly pestering her couch potato stepdad Rick played by Horatio Sanz. I immediately related to the character and saw a similarity in the way I joked around with Ric when we'd be out at the bars drinking our copious pitchers of Coors Light and I'd get all happy-go-lucky punchy drunk, smacking him playfully in the arm as we sat side by side at the bar yelling his name repeatedly, just like Poehler's character Kaitlin.

It made me shed a little tear thinking back to our good ol' days of our friendship.

But then, rightly so, I thought "Does he shed a tear for me?"

Loving a narcissist is such a tragedy in that there really isn't a great option at anything akin to a reconciliation once the realization of the reality of the dynamics of the relationship is brought to fore. The cat can only be let out of the bag once.

But I guess the consolation is that I can always fall back on the fond memories of the fake bubble. The false sense of security that I felt then when I was vulnerable and needed a friend. I guess I can be thankful I had that. Kinda like people have faith in a god to get them through tough times. It's total bullshit, but, at least while you're under the gaslight, it's blissfully sublime. And I guess that's worth something.

Want a chuckle? Enjoy this two decade old character from classic early 2000s SNL.