Jason and I were talking about the people in our lives who” suck the energy out of us” on Friday.
He has a neighbor lady who comes over to their house every couple of weeks and whines about her husband, whines about her health, whines about life…
“I know exactly what you’re talking about” he said, when you talk about an “energy sucker.”
“When I used to work @ Acme Rental, there were a couple of women who were like that.
I coined a term for them.
I called them “Sarlaccs”
“How did you come up with that?” I said with a smirk.
Remember the Star Wars Movie…Return of the Jedi? There was a scene where Jabba the Hut was going to throw Luke into a pit in the desert where he would slowly have the life sucked out of him for 10,000 years?”
That pit was called the “Sarlacc”
Doesn’t seem very loving to call someone a “sarlacc” I can just hear someone say..
Well, talking for 3 hours nonstop and not having any interest in what the other person has to say isn’t very loving either.
I can’t for the life of me see Jesus standing there for 3 hours while someone droned on and on about all their problems.
My wife has tended to be one of those people who will allow that “energy sucking person” to go on and on. She has not known how to get disentangled from the “monologue” without being rude…..whether it’s on the phone or in the flesh.
But she’s getting better.
We’ve had to do some roll playing, and an occasional pep talk.
As I survey the landscape of my life, there are (7) Sarlac personality types in my general orbit.
I refuse to get trapped in the same room with any of them.
6 out of the 8 are men.
I can’t change them.
And they are just as needy at the end of any monologue…notice I keep using the word monologue..you don’t have a conversation with a Sarlacc.
When I was younger, I thought if I invested a little time and TLC in Dave’s life, I could help get him back on track spiritually.
Lots of active listening and lots of chocolate milk…
At the time we were living next door to the county care facility. Dave was just a couple of years older than I. He wasn’t retarded so I wasn’t quite sure what a young man like that was doing living in the county poor house.
We would get together every Monday night for an hour or two while Dave sucked me dry….all in the name of ” love.”
He never changed.
He was an opportunist
Last I knew, he had been charged with doing some inappropriate things with a couple of minors.
I still have a soft spot in my heart for hurting broken people so I’m not completely jaded
One of the Sarlacc’s in my life invited us over for dinner…It’s probably been 7 or 8 years ago now.
talk talk talk
talk talk talk.
Even after I said we had to leave , it was another 45 minutes before we were able to get to the car.
Do you think I’ll ever go to their house again for a meal?
Not on your life.
Do you have any “sarlacc” people in your life?
Do you have any pointers on how to relate to them without completely shutting them out ?
Is it genetic?
Is it just the fact they are completely self centered and love to hear themselves talk or is there more to it?