Post by Shaxspear III Esq. on Jun 12, 2012 15:04:32 GMT -5
Haha I usually tread a fine line when I'm posting on the Westjet page. Because I'm listed as my gf's travel companion they could probably look me up and find my name if they really wanted to. So I do my best to ask questions and use simple logic to make people look like whinny idiots in the most polite way possible. It's really difficult with some of the self entitled mouth breathers on those pages. All airline pages bring out the absolute worst people in the world and this is as close to trolling as I get.
My fucking dad. He just called to say he is getting married -- to a woman named Betsey, who I knew when I was four years old. I named my first pet after this woman -- a hamster. And when Betsey the Hamster died, it was my first experience with death -- literally the moment that I realized that things could die.
I was eating a grape popsicle shaped like Goofy, and when my dad told me that my hamster had died, I threw it away -- almost entirely uneaten -- in an aluminum garbage can behind my house. The garbage can was completely empty, and I remember looking into it and seeing that purple Goofy melting down at the bottom of it as ants started to crawl all over it, and thinking 'Things can die.'
I need a fucking shot of fireball whiskey and three hours of Primus.
People, remind me to never mention hard alcohol when wonk is around. I am already having a psychological gag reflex at the idea of shots of fireball whiskey, and yet I know that I will be doing shots with wonk a week from today.
Weird, Fireball is all anyone (including myself) drinks around here.
Post by Horned Fuckin' Gramma on Jun 12, 2012 15:38:06 GMT -5
I'm fine. I don't post it to elicit sympathy or anyhing; I've been dealing with family weirdness for years now, I've pretty well got the hang of it. I post it for the sheer absurdity of it. It's not just my dad getting re-married, or getting married to someone he hardly knows, or getting married to someone from about as far back as my memory goes... It is this perfect storm of ridiculousness that makes for, I think, an amusing story.
I guess the biggest things I've learned is not to carry around anger because being angry and going out of your way to be mean is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. Not to carry resentment and to let things go.
I wholeheartedly agree with that.
I skipped my 10 year reunion. The two or three people I care about at all I found on facebook. I guess it makes a difference that I moved so much growing up, I never had friends that I had known for over a few years. Actually it worked out because I didn't want to go but felt like I should for some reason and then one of my best friends got married that day so that took care of that choice.