Now that we have come to the end of this phase of Connie’s pathetic and awkward pursuit of Phil Richards, it’s time to do a bit of damage assessment. Ordinarily, I’d call this the ‘lessons learned’ phase but, as I will soon relate, the Pattersons and their co-cannibals have distinct trouble with this concept of learning from experience and altering their behavior accordingly. Let’s now see what happened so we can figure out why these people are doomed to fail:
- The whole thing started because a needy idiot cooked up an implausible and mildly perverted fantasy out of thin air; had her head not been in the clouds, she’d have spared a lot of people a lot of aggravation.
- As I said, Connie seemed to believe that her mere presence in Montreal was a shockingly forward thing to have done; where she, of course, failed is that she did not see things from Phil’s perspective. What he saw was a woman on vacation who happened to show up at the jazz club (and perhaps his apartment) and nothing more.
- She compounded her error by coming to another faulty conclusion: namely, she thought that if she changed how she looked, she’d at least feel better about herself. At no point did she come close to the awful, hideous idea of growing up and being grateful for what she had.
- She broke her promise to come home as soon as possible and upon her return apologized in an insincere manner; not to put too fine a point on it, she said something that's a cross between “I’m sorry if you felt upset that I was away when you were hurt but my needs come first” and “Don’t you dare make me feel bad about anything I’ve done!”
- Lawrence’s response is rather depressing; it’s appalling that a six-year-old has to accept and make the best of the fact that his mother’s wants and needs always come before his own.
- At no point did Elly show an inch of firmness; she could have stopped the whole thing in its tracks by saying No but her need to be liked got in the way.
- Elly does not at any point call Connie’s parenting style into question; to do that, of course, would require that Elly feel empathy for the offsprings and small ones who want to steal her brain and turn her into a grinning robot with the IQ of a potted plant who’s only good for doing housework.
- Elly eventually lies her ass off and gives Connie false hope that Phil, who still doesn’t really know what Connie was doing in Montreal, is as interested in her as she is in him. That’s because she needs to live vicariously through her ‘friend’.
This sort of low-grade example of interdomestic polecattery is doomed to be repeated because none of these people are, in fact, capable of personal growth or adapting to changing circumstances. The reason why their memory seems to reset to zero will be the topic of my next blog entry.