Welcome to the Bip Report.
"The Feel Good E-mail"
I dunno. It seems a lot of you folks were quite pleased, impressed, whatever of how I ended up handling the situation. I guess that's good.
"The Screwing of Bip"
However, I can't shake this feeling that I got screwed. Sure, I got what I wanted. And now Fang is gone, so the problem is removed. But I pretty much got screwed. Let me go into a little more detail about the situation.
"Fang's Crap"
Before the conversation, Fang was packing his stuff. What Fang failed to take into consideration was that he couldn't leave his stuff in the room over the winter, since he's not moving back in the spring. Anyway, one of the results of the conversation was that I said I would find a place for Fang's stuff, not totally realizing how much stuff he had, and what sort of stuff he was leaving behind. Frick, I don't want to deal with his smelly crap. And the boy left me two GIANT suitcases filled with stuff, his computer, and three crates of books. I did not think he would leave all this. So therefore, I am screwed.
"Lying and laughing. Laughing...and lying"
It's very much so possible that Fang is sittin pretty in Utah right now, laughing his ass off about how he fooled his roommate. Haha, he wanted to kick my ass, but now he's cleaning up my s---. I don't think this is happening, but it could be. In which case, if I were ever to find out it was true, then there would be no stopping anything. Yeah right.
"Acadamy Award goes to..."
During the whole conversation, I had the underlying feeling that I wanted to help Fang. But I really wasn't too concerned. But he was frickin pouring his heart out. I sort of acted more and more caring and concerned as the conversation went on. There was a degree of concern in me, however, as the conversation progressed, I exagerrated this degree more and more, while the actual degree remained the same. This possibly led to a greater impact on Fang, and the good possiblity that he was sincere. But it also ended up screwing me over, because by the end, I was full on altruistic saint Bip, ready to help at all means. Including cleaning up his crap. Damn it.
"A Master Plan"
This could very well have been some sort of master plan by Fang. Everything he did was placed so well, so perfectly. Things could not have happened better. But I think it was on FAR too great a scope to be a plan. If it was a plan, then damn it, I deserved to fall for it, because it would be the best frickin plan ever devised in the history of mankind. But I doubt it was planned.
"Doubts"
So yes, I have doubts on whether Fang is sincere, and whether I was officially screwed. I'm screwed as is, but am I REALLY screwed is the question. But if he is genuine, then it's all good. Or as Carey says," Motown, Motown G double O D." Ah, forget it. I've beaten this horse to death.
"Best E-Mail List"
I think tomorrow I will compile the 10 best E-mails I have recieved here list. You can bet none of Aysen's forwards will be making this list. Just joking. Though I am very much pleased that you have stopped sending those forwards to me.
Okay then. Until next time, diamonds are forever, and so is screwing Bip.
BIP