Eric: You know, I’ve done some research. And it seems like Casi, the one who you knew, wanted to be your friend.
Lacey: *thinks*
Did she really though?
Eric: *thinks*
Lacey: I doubt it.
I think she was always just fake.
Eric: Well, according to some people…she was actually hurt. From the beginning. That you didn’t want to be her friend as much as she wanted to be your friend.
And that was where the bad blood, on her side, started. All the jealousy.
So…her obsession with you, is because…she always felt like you held all the power. …Not just because you were better-looking, etc., but because…she wanted the friendship more.
Lacey: *looks confused*
Eric: *he smirks*
*then laughs*
So Lem helped assassinate JFK?
Lem: Yes.
I actually hated him. Eventually.
A lot of the misinformation and misinterpretation about my feelings…stems from the fact that there was a cover-up. And Gore Vidal was used as a part of that cover-up.
He may not have been aware. He may have been prompted.
I was heterosexual. …They knew that before I did. …And by the late 1970’s/early 1980’s…I figured it out. In counseling.
Eric: These things are obviously interconnected, to me. The similar psychology.
Lacey…did you…think she was after something?
Lacey: *thinks*
Yes.
I had more followers. …And I was more popular and accepted than her. At that time. I think and thought that she was just…after popularity. And she was just using me like a stepping-stone. Or a social accomplishment.
She didn’t seem that deeply interested in real friendship.
Eric: But you’d believe she had a crush on you?
Lacey: People get crushes. *I shrug*
Eric: So you think she had a crush on other people too?
Lacey: I’d guess that she did. Yes.
Eric: Well, according to what I heard, she felt rejected. Because she wanted a real friendship.
Lacey: Huh.
No, I did not fully realize that.
Lem: She’s not narcissistic. She never assumes such things.
One of Casi’s relatives: Then why did she assume Casi would like her posts?
Lacey: Because she had a pattern of doing that.
One of Casi’s relatives: But why would she be doing that to begin with?
Lacey: I have no idea!
*she shrugs*
I had no idea.
I had a theory that it was just…the norm. …Like…tradition. Sort of. People were a lot more interactive back then.
One of Casi’s relatives: So she never assumes such things?
Even of you!?
Lem: *laughs*
That’s very personal.
But yes, absolutely.
*weird silence*
Putin: I’ve told her I love her.
*he laughs*
It’s very unlikely…we’ll ever be married. …e she’s fine.
…I’m not a perfect person. I guess. …I wasn’t lying though…
With someone like her…you can never make assumptions. …You can build relationship. She’s a very stable person. But…you cannot assume. Only know.
Casi: So she’s unstable?!
Putin: Are you an uneducated fool?
…That’s clearly not what I just said.
Get your head out of your own ass, for once.
Damn!
Mark Zuckerberg: She’s not a bad person.
…I actually relate to her way of thinking.
Lacey: That’s kind.
Lem: She’s an incredibly stable person. She’s doubtful to create stability. …And it’s been effective. Her whole life.
Casi, she’s not stupid. I’m sorry you have a hard time accepting that…
Casi: Well, I just wanted friendship.
*she says, nervously*
The CIA: She’s not attracted to women! Really.
Casi: *thinks*
Lacey: Yeah, I’m just not.
Casi: Can that change? *she asks God*
God: No.
Casi: *nods, rolls her eyes, and smiles*
Lem: She really is mine, anyway. Alright?
I made horrible mistakes. People have no idea who I really am.
I think some people in my family may know. But…maybe not.
Of course, someday people will understand.
I don’t think I’m a bad man. Right, Lacey?
Lacey: Yes. Certainly not.
Dimitry: So…how long does it take to convince her she’s even wanted?
Tom: It may take thousands of years. …But, then again, God is very good at fixing things.
Satan: I went out of my way to make her feel rejected by all of humanity other than her kids. Because…I had…personal objectives.
You think that’s self-aggrandizing? It’s not.
Eric: Yeah. That’s what this entity is actually saying.
And…it seems like this entity is the actual Satan.
A Millennial: So she’s…in the wrong generation. To begin with.
Lucille Ball: Absolutely!
She’d have had several close female friendships from childhood, if she’d been born in 1918. Or 1920. …You get the idea.
We just understand her better.
A Millennial: And to us she seems too friendly.
Lucille Ball: Yes!
Whereas to us, she’s just normal. We were all like that.
It wasn’t…seen the same way. …Back then everyone was polite and friendly. Like her. …But you didn’t…decide it was a close friendship, until you really had established something with each other.
Lacey: I always…get confused.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Your kids are more friendly too.
Lucille Ball: *nods*
They are.
*she shrugs*
Lacey: They’re not as friendly as I was, though.
Lucille Ball: No. We really were more…friendly.
Think of Our Gang. Think about how cheerful and warm those kids always were.
They also fight more. …Openly.
Lacey: Is it formal friendliness?
Lucy: YES!
It’s just a way of building…a foundation for friendship.
Lacey: How do you all do that!?! I’ve never been able to figure it out.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: We hate people. And love people. In a different way.
We’re…less…direct. Too.
We…stan each other. Like…you don’t…”get along with some people”. …But then other people…you “just love”.
It’s kinda tribal.
Lacey: That’s interesting.
So you just instinctually know who you prefer? You’re not equally friendly to everyone? Just to be polite.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: No.
Lacey: I don’t think I’ve ever truly realized that. Until now.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: So you’re just friendly to everyone!??
Tom: That’s how they all were. Really.
Lacey: Yes. Other than for safety reasons.
Lucille Ball: But see…when it’s just formal…it’s not that big of a deal.
Lacey: Exactly!
Satan: *laughs*
This isn’t that complicated.
*he smiles*
You’ve just been absolute bitches to her.
*he laughs*
Sometimes she has wanted friendship. But you’ve assumed she was desperate, when she was always just being herself. Being natural. And that’s just…being nice. But you all take it so damn seriously!
Casi: So now she assumes no one wants friendship. Even when they maybe do?
Satan: DUH!
The perfume community: I thought that was just an act. To make people feel sorry for her.
Casi: I know!? Right!?
Satan: Except, it’s not.
At all.
The perfume community: Then I’m a horrible person.
Satan: *smiles*
Lacey: OH GO-
*she rolls her eyes*
Whatever.
The perfume community: No, I’m being serious. I’m a horrible person…
Lacey: SHUT-UP!!!!! *she screams*
The perfume community: No, I’m trying to be accountable…-
Lacey: YEAH RIGHT!!!
*she scoffs*
Casi: Yeah, so I wanted friendship.
Lacey: *snarls*
Right.
*rolls her eyes*
One of Lacey’s neighbors: I’m not as pretty as you…
Lacey: Duh!
*rolls her eyes*
Satan: You guys are so slow.
She’s not been desperate. …But so many of you have been getting egotistically high as kite!!! Her whole damn life!
Ken: Why is she so quiet?
Satan: BECAUSE SHE’S THINKING!!!
*he laughs*
Lacey: Yes, that is why.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: I am pretty though…
Lacey: Yes! True!
Casi: We take everything more personally than you.
Lucy: In a way, it’s actually less personal.
Lacey: Yes! It’s weird not to be more…polite. So weird.
Ken: So then how do you have a conversation about politics? With Lacey?
Lacey: You should slow down.
It’s quite…emotionally charged. And…complicated.
My silence isn’t from stupidity. It’s honesty. And…humility. …Not lack of insight.
And it’s gross I should have to say that about myself.
Casi: I can’t be this…reserved.
Lacey: Then I can’t relate that deeply to you. I’m sorry!
Casi: So I was just trying to be friends with my grandmother?
Lacey: *laughs*
Maybe.
Casi: Yeah!
Not all grandmothers are the same, but…my grandmother’s generation was nicer. All of them. I can see where you might think they…were your friend…when they were just being nice.
Satan: Ken…those women really were different.
You can’t just march up to them and demand they be men. Have…real conversation. About…politics. Instantly.
Did your father never fully understand how smart your mother was?
Ken: Yes.
Satan: *smiles*
She’s not dumb either. Lacey, I mean. They’re just more estrogen-heavy. And they genuinely think differently than real men.
A non-binary person: …This is awkward.
So…how does that work?
Lucy: Well…you…can’t just spring it on me. And expect a quick response. …If I’ve been reading about it or something…you know? Then maybe I can respond, fast. But…I take time to think. And feel.
I think people get confused by that. And they assume it’s just ignorance. …Because some women hide their ignorance, behind that old way of thinking. But for others of us, it’s just a way of being.
Casi: Why do you get so flustered?
Lacey: People are…people?
I think everyone gets flustered?
Casi: We read way too much into everything you did. And said.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Did you want to be friends with any of us?
Lacey: I feel like I don’t really know any of you. Other than through…distant observation. …And maybe some of my observations are right. …But I don’t really know any of you?
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Why is that a question?
Lacey: Because you seem to think I do?
One of Lacey’s neighbors: …I feel like I know you…
Lacey: *is aghast*
HA!
You, don’t know me.
You, CERTAINLY DO NOT KNOW ME.
*I laugh*
We’re acquainted, at best.
Satan: That’s actually true.
Lacey: *confused*
How do you all get so close, so quickly?
