I wrote an article not long ago about settling on a name for the personality disorder that we spend our time here talking about. I suggested using “sociopath” as a general term for exploitative people. Many of us have taken to shortening this term to “spath.”
Well, a Lovefraud reader “Justdreamin” informs us that “spath” is taken. She saw it on a flower pot, and sent us the photos.
It turns out that “spath” is a shortened version of “spathiphyllum,” which is the botanical name for the peace lilly, a common houseplant.
We might have to come up with a new name. If I were a beautiful peace lily, I wouldn’t want to share a name with the nasty predators.
Ana I love the moon – I will be dancing around a fire that nite with my war paint on, me and bigfoot….
Ox Your a crack pot….I am speechless~!
Hens,
There is a yoga practice called “Chandra Namaskar” The moon salute! I’ll be doing that and dedicating it to all people who’ve suffered cause of a spath. Then, I will pray that all spaths MELT when the supermoon is at it’s fullest.
Ana – Remember when I mentioned the supermoon here on the blog? and I said there would be increased earthquake activity? Well the very next morning – JAPAN~!
Spath’s dont melt they just keep going and going…let’s just pray they go impotent…..
One/Joy,
Tomorrow’s a new day, good things can happen. You stood up for yourself in a way I wish I could most of the time. If you feel badly about it you could go and appologize to the rent a cop/security girl. I don’t think you need to though.
You are not your father, do you think he would even reflect on his behavior for a minute? Nope, didn’t think so. That is the HUGE difference between us and them, we have guilt and a conscience, they don’t.
Hens,
YIKES! Please don’t make anymore predictions!
“Please God, make them impotent….lol
Eva –
“I’ll ask in the market if they know that plant. If i get one i’ll say what happens. I think after all i could give it to my Laila, to see which is more predator”.”
EVA, DON’T!!!!! Spathiphyllums are poisonous to cats and dogs (and probably a good many more animals).
That’s part of why this article is so apt, in my opinion.
Peace lillies promise peace and tranquillity but they are actually spaths (if you read the label properly and don’t get sucked in by the nice generic nickname and the pretty looks of the plant) and can be deadly if ingested. Peace lillies are the ultimate “potted plant” – to be ignored and not fooled by….
(On a much more serious note, these plants are fantastic indoor plants because they act as natural air filters. Part of their popularity is that they are usually quite hardy and difficult to kill – so I dunno what YOU did hgg522!!!!??? : ) – as well as being a healthy thing to have in your home)
haha, that’s not something you see everyday!
i got one… how about dumbpath.
i think it fits.
Aussie, Yes it makes sense that a spath would be poisonous!
And when you first see it, it looks so beautiful. But isn’t the peace lily the flower you see most at funeral homes? For some reason, it always seems to evoke the idea of death for me. It’s the flower I’ve seen people buried with in bad movies.
So in those ways it seems apt to call it a spath. It has it all, charm, pity and bad drama. LOL.
Hi dancing
we’re the last ones up tonight. What’up?
Hey guys, i’m still alive!!!
Got the shiat scared out of me tonight…..HOLY CRAPIOLI!!!!!
I was off in the best-solid sleep ever, just got to sleep……and Holly goes APESHIT…..apeshit in a way she never does….woke me right up….into a terrified freeze.
She barrells over to the bedroom door, barking her head off….climbing up the door and sniffing under it.
Unusual behavior…….and then I hear the pounding on the front door. It was shaking and pounding.
I called 911….because attorney was notified that spath has/is moving back to this area…..and it’s put me ‘slightly’ on edge.
(got motions in the court and the judge should be signing the deed SOON, as he hasn’t cooperated).
So……I’m laying there……remote control in hand, scared to turn on a light….(go figure)…..for what seemed like an eternity…..waiting for someone to enter my bedroom….for what-to be greeted by the ‘ever so deadly remote control’????
WTF ERIN!>!>
I was breathing so heavily the 911 operator couldn’t understand me……she asked me if I had been harassed lately or if the spath was in town…..(yep, they know the routine).
I told her I wasn’t sure if he was here but I also had a bear around…….BUT SOMETHING WAS DEFINATELY EITHER IN my house……or close to it.
She told me to stay put and take breaths……
She stayed on the phone with me until cops got here…quick.
The noise continued……and I hear the floor creeking…..I’m thinking….OMG….I’m a dead woman and the cops are outside.
(remote control AND a rock candle holder now in hand).
She then announces to me……it’s a bear EB.
I said…..is it in the house??????
She said NO…….he’s outside.
OMG…..the relief!!!!!
I opened the bedroom door to the empty living room and went down the stairs……..get to the front door and peep out the blinds……and the fucker is right there, standing at the bottom of my front porch steps…..as the cops are on the other side of the house.
I banged and banged my metal heater and the window to make noise……didn’t phase him. I looked around, put holly in the bedroom and picked up this bent wood basket table….opened the front door and hucked it at him.
He ran off……I went into Jr’s bedroom opened the window and hucked Jr’s books out at him……(afterall….he doesn’t read them anyways) He took off.
The cops come to the front door asked me to go to the other door.
They said, it was a bear….and they scared him off. (In reality, they scared him to the other side of house)……..
I bought these foam and fabric draft stoppers in the fall……the fucker was tugging on them ripping the foam to shreds……..hence the front door banging and shaking……
Yep…….I see a fish and game bear trap sitting right next to the real estate sign in front of the house tomorrow.
That shouldn’t deter any buyers right??????
I realize….my reaction……..Knowing the bear is around nightly for months……My mind is still VERY concerned over spath.
I hear the front door banging, the dog goes bizerk……..and I go all PTSD.
I was a pathetic – fear layden, tearful and terrified voice on the other end of the line with the 911 operator…….
Once I KNEW it was the bear……and he was outside….I was okay…..opened up that bedroom door right away…..even opened up the front door- 5 feet away from the bear……to huck something at him.
DANG……I need to go get myself a spath plant!!!!!