Thursday, July 15, 2010
Family Feud
Wait....isn't that a game show? Oh well. Hell hath broken loose and per usual, no one is talking about it. I know that a few people involved in this awesomeness, even passively, read this blog. But I'm not going to NOT write about it to save feelings. Unlike most of my family, I like to talk about things. When I'm mad as hell, I'll let you know. Not saying I'm perfect, because I basically suck at life. But my mouth running away from me is one bad habit I'm not willing to break.
My aunt Ruby died the other day. From cancer. She's been fighting it for a long time and we've been basically prepared for the worst. When I say "we" I mean my little family. HER family apparently JUST realized it was really serious....like.....when she died. My sister said everyone is devestated and shocked and can't believe it and my mind is saying "uhm...does someone not realize the meaning of CANCER?" --- apparently not. Which is fine. Whatever. Now, are we going to the funeral on Saturday? No. No we are not. Because when you screw your credit over, you can't have a credit card (mom). When you can't have a credit card, you have to beg other people (grandma::kathy). When such people don't call you BACK, for whatever reason....even if to just say "hey...I don't wanna help you"...you get one more sleepless night, a shit ton of guilt, and a whole lotta crazy. So here I am. In a house with more crazy than usual...and I've already gotten out of school tomorrow and Saturday (even though I will be suspended for three days) so that I could go with my dad...who...apparently is not going. So I'm going to be suspended....for no reason. AWESOME. More than likely, the whole reason for not calling mom back probably has something to do with a conversation dad had with Kim expressing his strong feelings against them moving two black kids to BFE racist Evergreen. Mind you, he used MY phone in this dealing so I'm sure she believes I feel the same way...which...to an extent...I do. Granted, I have no idea how long they plan on living in the mountains. But...if they end up staying up there, it'll be a whole lotta hell for those kids. I know what it's like...to be...excluded because of what color one or even both of my parents were. Kids are vicious and their parents are worse. Black kids in Evergreen? Fail. Black kids with white parents in Evergreen? Double fail. Black kids with white parents and one is a DOCTOR?? Well. Time to transfer schools, everybody. Regardless, they can be mad as hell at dad or me or mom or whatever. Egg shells were never my style. They'll do what they want and that's all cool and good. But...everyone and their dog has expressed their opinions on my life on multiple occasions...even conversing behind my back about how I was apparently doing drugs, drinking, and having sex with everything that moved (only one of which was true) and THEN calling me on it. I think it's my turn. In one ear, out the other.
Needless to say, this family...from bad credit to non-communication to walking on egg shells to expressing opinions to NOT expressing opinions...is one hot damn mess. I love everyone so much, but if you aren't a little exhausted in this family, you must not be paying attention.
p.s. I also stared at this post trying really hard to decide whether or not I should post it...since it's a little....well....whatever, I'm gonna do it because if you want to be mad, be mad. I'm okay with that. But get over it. It's just an opinion.
My aunt Ruby died the other day. From cancer. She's been fighting it for a long time and we've been basically prepared for the worst. When I say "we" I mean my little family. HER family apparently JUST realized it was really serious....like.....when she died. My sister said everyone is devestated and shocked and can't believe it and my mind is saying "uhm...does someone not realize the meaning of CANCER?" --- apparently not. Which is fine. Whatever. Now, are we going to the funeral on Saturday? No. No we are not. Because when you screw your credit over, you can't have a credit card (mom). When you can't have a credit card, you have to beg other people (grandma::kathy). When such people don't call you BACK, for whatever reason....even if to just say "hey...I don't wanna help you"...you get one more sleepless night, a shit ton of guilt, and a whole lotta crazy. So here I am. In a house with more crazy than usual...and I've already gotten out of school tomorrow and Saturday (even though I will be suspended for three days) so that I could go with my dad...who...apparently is not going. So I'm going to be suspended....for no reason. AWESOME. More than likely, the whole reason for not calling mom back probably has something to do with a conversation dad had with Kim expressing his strong feelings against them moving two black kids to BFE racist Evergreen. Mind you, he used MY phone in this dealing so I'm sure she believes I feel the same way...which...to an extent...I do. Granted, I have no idea how long they plan on living in the mountains. But...if they end up staying up there, it'll be a whole lotta hell for those kids. I know what it's like...to be...excluded because of what color one or even both of my parents were. Kids are vicious and their parents are worse. Black kids in Evergreen? Fail. Black kids with white parents in Evergreen? Double fail. Black kids with white parents and one is a DOCTOR?? Well. Time to transfer schools, everybody. Regardless, they can be mad as hell at dad or me or mom or whatever. Egg shells were never my style. They'll do what they want and that's all cool and good. But...everyone and their dog has expressed their opinions on my life on multiple occasions...even conversing behind my back about how I was apparently doing drugs, drinking, and having sex with everything that moved (only one of which was true) and THEN calling me on it. I think it's my turn. In one ear, out the other.
Needless to say, this family...from bad credit to non-communication to walking on egg shells to expressing opinions to NOT expressing opinions...is one hot damn mess. I love everyone so much, but if you aren't a little exhausted in this family, you must not be paying attention.
p.s. I also stared at this post trying really hard to decide whether or not I should post it...since it's a little....well....whatever, I'm gonna do it because if you want to be mad, be mad. I'm okay with that. But get over it. It's just an opinion.
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