Harrison Berg
As per normal I come back to the residence with things I want to do. Like get in the door, wash this sweat off from a long walk in the heat and get moving with the things that are currently on my mind. I have no cigarettes, I have no gas, I have barely eaten in several days, I do not even have my main tools to take a job offered. I just want keep settled, be alone and explore all of the appropriate options, while I still have next to none.
4:00pm September 6th, 2017
As I approach the house, there is the kid Harrison Berg. The one who has pop cans used for pipes lying around the house. He is standing in the door way smoking his 'can' pipe with what I assume is marijuana. I do not like that, I just want by him without interaction. I have already asked Harrison not to speak to me while he is stoned and as always, I prefer to keep to myself.
Naturally, Harrison doesn't. This started with the commotion of me moving out when we befriended each other, which fell apart when each had no money and he prioritized Drinking and Smoking dope. Add the fact he speaks loosely in earshot of others I lost interest in him. I don't really have a problem with him at this point except for a few dismissals.
He stops me and asks me how I am doing for laundry soap. All I can think is... why are you involving yourself into my personal business, can you not just leave me alone? Sure, it is innocent, but it sounds like a loaded controlling question. I supplied the bathroom with toilet paper since I have been here, I just ran out of soap... why is he asking?
Not wanting to answer him on my personal stock of amenities, I tell him that I am fine for laundry soap, in fact I showered with what I have today. I am thinking do not start accusing me of taking your soap. Harrison, is all stoned and right in my face, was eagerly explaining how he bought some and was thinking of me.. etc. If that is true, I do not want him shopping on my behalf.
I don't know if his answer was the same he would have given if I had said I didn't have any. It was just the way he asked and responded, very inquisitive, prying and almost like some kind of test. He already accused me aggressively of going in his room, something I have absolutely no desire to do. The guy has nothing I would want aside from that not being my style at all. I have never been in anyone's room unaccompanied.
Upon my response, letting him know that I had laundry soap, he became even more excited, even more intense and even more in my face, stoned, pipe in one hand. As I am trying to walk inside, he keeps trying to keep my attention while becoming ever more personally insulted at the fact that I am not on the same wave length as him. All I want, is to be left in peace and to get inside the house and to go about my business.
Next he starts griping about how I do not respect him, elevating his voice in a whining, yet aggressive manner. I tried explaining nicely that I just want to be left alone, can you not see that I am not interested in talking? Now Harrison pops, spouting off left and right. So I said please do not talk to me. It was likely a mistake ever engaging in getting to know him to begin with, he's a kid. He abuses substances and he is not stable. Perhaps the whole dynamic is not stable.
On top of that, he is also not very smart. If I talk to him about things going on in the house, he gets extremely loud talking about it all in earshot of the others. I do not like that. He lets them all know his mindset, which allows them to adapt and plot around him. I wouldn't care, but he is involving me, so thus... they can plot around me with his loud mouth.
All I wanted here from day one was peace and privacy, not someone questioning and talking to me at every turn. Walking away from Harrison and to my room, Harrison continues spouting off even more. I am left thinking he's as unstable as Leanne. What is he smoking? The pitch of his voice, his emotional response... I told him you sound like a woman, leave me alone. He actually sounded like an emotional girl upset. The high pitches, the attention seeking.
That was it, now he's set off. He kept coming back up and down the hall like a loon. Please do not talk to me is all I said. I repeated that twice while he stood at my door mouthing me off. Here it is for me, final confirmation that there is no point in trying to stay in a house full of people who claim I am a problem for wanting to be left alone. Peace and Privacy, I cannot have it around people like this.
For the next ten minutes I am verbally abused and threatened by this kid. I thought pot mellowed people out, so now I am concerned he's not smoking pot. Or perhaps his pot is laced? He's not working either, I haven't actually seen him work since he came here, at least not more than a day or two he claimed, yet he's calling me a lazy bum for not working myself.
My van is packed full and my primary work tools are at home where I might get 'arrested' or have to interact with PMPD Officers in trying to get them. More upheaval and drama. I think it is rather sane of me to be stopped and attempting to sort out priorities at this moment.
I would have happily taken one of the jobs offered, especially if Margaret proved to take responsibility for her own actions. All she had to do was acknowledge, but nope, not a chance. She takes no Personal Responsibility, every excuse to absolve herself as always. Otherwise, things would be different, but that's mute, because it was planned. Now, it's just a matter of deciding whether one step forward is worth ten steps back.
End of the Story, during his aggressive yelling through my door, this kid pushes buttons in me that most do not push. I am usually not physically aggressive, but when he was outside my door making physical threats, I could sense my desire to open the door and deck him flat out cold. Just pop, one or even two good shots, I would have had no problem doing it. I know not to though.
I have never considered myself a fighter, I don't even consider myself a physically large person, but today in this moment I would have no problem. I definitely cannot stay here and that's a shame. Too many nut jobs and it is already past being over with. If these people had any brains, they would just leave me ALONE and go about their own Lives. They are Drama cases who concentrate on other people, rather than themselves.
This is exactly why I knew never to talk to anyone. You give someone an in, then they want to be buddies, next they are dragging you down to their level. If you do not accept them and the things you do not like, they end up with a hate on for you.
The guy is a mouthy kid.11:00pm September 6th, 2017
So I leave the house, come back late arriving to see two cans out front. Druggies I think to myself. There is no way this will work. Not only that, but he's leaving his cigarettes butts everywhere. I was told to flick them in the yard, I kept them in one place to pick them up later only to get scolded. I put an ashtray out and it gets removed. This guy has them everywhere you turn, on the deck, the steps, the flower gardens, walkways, paths, the grass... along with modified cans turned into pipes.
As always, I keep to myself and go into my room to do some final writing I that wanted to do, I put it off until morning. I keep trying to let things sit so that I can find the words. Two things holding me up from finally packing up are this website, some words I want left and some pocket cash. I am still not convinced on leaving, but that is reality. These people do not respect others. Margaret, her only concern is having people's money and control with little to no responsibility nor accountability.
I would have already been out, three days notice, just like the others if I hadn't pre-empted them by writing here. I note the cause and effect. Margaret lies, you can here on August 31st, wanting to know about the next morning. She expected me gone in their little game.4:17am September 7th, 2017
At 4:17 in the morning Harrison is at it again. Loud, speaking with emotion and wanting to wake me up, like a woman he is. Drama. He's on the phone asking someone to 'deal' with me. My instincts pegged him early on for what he is, a untrustworthy kid. I felt early on, he would play both sides while suck-holing Margaret for (false) security. I could see him being the type to eventually drive a knife in my back if I trusted him.
He badmouths Margaret, then he lets her control him. Margaret will own him at the rate he is going, I noticed that several days ago. 'Man to man' he would tell me, I could trust him, I knew that was meaningless. He's a dumb kid. He even talks loudly behind peoples back while in their earshot not realizing the consequences.
Incidentally, I was thinking about his comment about how I am lazy. At his age I was working twelve to eighteen hours a day, my boss would phone me at night and tell me to go home. I never sat around smoking dope and causing drama in peoples lives, especially ones who just wanted to be left alone.
Anyways, 4;17 am... he wakes me in a immature little tirade. I am thinking... why can't I just have one more day of peace? I am paid up until the 15th, I have been tentatively planning on leaving here tomorrow, just like every other day, but why can he not just mind his own business and concentrate on finding work and living his own life? Why does he have to be so upset that I just want to be left alone?
4:30am and he's on the phone. Asking someone to 'deal' with me. If he was a man, he would deal with this on his own would he not? Whoever was on the phone, they agreed to help him. Then speaking all aggressive, he claims the police are on the way, etc. - that I shouldn't have 'fucked' with him. Then he continued going on threatening to phone them and have them here. It's 4:17am, the only thing I could do is welcome the Police. Let them come. Go ahead.
The only real thing bothering me is the lack of sleep and as usual, I have someone messing with my ability to have peace, make sound decisions and leave on this website the things I feel are important. Likely now I will not be able to. It's always the case. I realize that that was the danger of allowing people to know about this site, but I do not feel that I invade other people's spaces, nor their peace, yet others have no problem doing that to me - all while claiming I am the one causing the disturbance.
He mentioned something about 'her' asking him to get me to pull things off of my website. No Margaret, if that is you - if you are 'her' - using this kid to look after your interests - I will not. I have lived here peacefully, respectfully, and I have suffered nothing but shit and abuse over and over with no care from you. Even having to put up with deep insulting callous remarks from you.
The kid now wants me to pull off the information he Ok'ed several times to be here. I've watched him go back and forth, at first, yes post it all - 'You can take that to the bank with my name', then later he changes his mind. Then, being unhappy with Margaret and Leanne, he tells me again that he is glad I did what I did. Now, with the way he acts no way.
I suspect, he is feeling that he has a special inn with Margaret. When the situation changes, he will later change his mind again. Perhaps right now things have more to do with the two of us 'not being in the relationship' that he seemed to have wanted.
That might not have been the police he was on the phone with, it may have been someone else. Which makes me think there will be an unsavory type here and perhaps a threat to my vehicle. Going to the back deck to nonchalantly watch over my vehicle, he doesn't want me there. He asked me to go somewhere else, nope why would I listen to a loud mouth punk?
I'd rather be doing other things than typing this. Like sleeping. This writing does not capture the drama and unnecessary drama it is. I know one thing for sure, I am not taking these things off the website now. I only wish I uploaded all of the audio. Harrison Berg, you have threatened my person and disturbed my peace several times. Just leave me alone, go about your business and things will be fine.
Threatening me? Waking me up a 4:17am? Not respecting my privacy? Verbally abusing me? You are the exact reason these words are here.7:30pm September 7 2017
Everyone seems to arrive at once, but they are keeping their distance from me, Margaret car is in the back now with all doors wide open. I catch a glimpse of the Crazy Lady in the Kitchen, peripherally noticing me she quickly scats. She's not emotionally scared of me, that is a bunch of bullshit, she's scared of the Truth. What she is exposed as.
Finally, I accept and close a deal on my old cellphones, more items sold for less than they are worth. I don't have time and I desperately need the money. While I am meeting the buyer outside, I caution him that we should do this away from the house. In doing so, I look back and there's Harrison spying to see what I am doing. Kid, just mind your own business.
I take the buyer for a walk next door where I know the business owner. He is Japanese, likeable, honest, good. Too bad I couldn't introduce him to the Japanese tenant.
It's been nearly a week since I have eaten, I go to the pub partly expecting a last supper. I just want to enjoy a good meal. The former table I used to sit at, there is a problem there. Someone shared my hardships, not that I care about the one or two guys that sit there and drown nightly in beer, burying their problems, just...
The waitresses were excellent tonight, just about every single one of them served me. That's all that matters.10:00pm September 7 2017
Returning to the house, Harrison is extra loud. It takes me a while but I hear him talking and talking.. After a bit I realize he has a girl there. I guess he is trying to impress her at my expense. He makes immature comments through my closed door and she's rather immature herself for the way she responds to it. Besides, she's with him.
If I ignore him he'll shut up. Out walking earlier, I realized.. this kid, is just that, a kid.
I wanted to check on my van earlier, I swear I heard him outside with other people. Going off to do that now, there's the kid in the hall way piss drunk mouthing me off like a tough guy. He's too much of a pussy to touch me, but he'll talk all tough. I just ignored the loser, he reeks like booze... what part of do not speak to me does he not understand.
I wonder, is it worth calling the police? Nah, they have better things to do, but he's just going to get worse. Earlier, friends suggested coming over with a few cases of beer, why can I not have guests? That's not my style though. I have no intent of disturbing anyone, that's for losers.
7:50am September 8 2017
At the store this morning I bumped into someone I know, I share my story and some woman asks "Who, the Crazy Lady?". Puzzled I ask her where that nickname came from. Was she reading this blog? She tells me her daughter met Harrison at the house, they smoked a joint and he tried to... anyways, the daughter thinks the women here are crazy, she doesn't think much of Harrison either. She won't be returning.