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Happy fuckin' Easter everyone.
It is 5:30, and I just got back from the Easter meal with my family. I was sitting here, eating my meal, when I realized that I didn't fit in with the rest of my family. Do you guys have any idea how that feels?? It's like this huge fuckin' hole just opened up inside me. I mean, how does someone deal with that? As I sat there, I looked at my cousin Timmy and his son, Ryan. They dress like they just stepped out of the office. Then there is my Dad. My father is 80 years old, been retired for close to 15 years now. He and my mother are as close as two real-life people can get to Ward and June Cleaver. My brother, he's a live one, he is. 50+ years old and will probably be working until his kids put him in a retirement home. My brother-in-law is a shadow of his former self ever since his wife, my sister, passed away from lymphatic cancer. My two youngest nieces, Andrea and Courtney, are wonderful people, but like the rest of the family, they really have no clue as to how to deal with me. Part of this is because at some fundamental level, they all know that I'm not quite fitting in with their world view. They all seem to deal with the subject with a "don't ask, don't tell" type of attitude. Don't get me wrong, I love them all, every last one of them. It is just that sometimes I'm stuck outside their world looking in. And that really hurts. A lot. Anyways, I think I've talked your ear off for long enough, so I'll let you go for now. Take care.
It is 5:30, and I just got back from the Easter meal with my family. I was sitting here, eating my meal, when I realized that I didn't fit in with the rest of my family. Do you guys have any idea how that feels?? It's like this huge fuckin' hole just opened up inside me. I mean, how does someone deal with that? As I sat there, I looked at my cousin Timmy and his son, Ryan. They dress like they just stepped out of the office. Then there is my Dad. My father is 80 years old, been retired for close to 15 years now. He and my mother are as close as two real-life people can get to Ward and June Cleaver. My brother, he's a live one, he is. 50+ years old and will probably be working until his kids put him in a retirement home. My brother-in-law is a shadow of his former self ever since his wife, my sister, passed away from lymphatic cancer. My two youngest nieces, Andrea and Courtney, are wonderful people, but like the rest of the family, they really have no clue as to how to deal with me. Part of this is because at some fundamental level, they all know that I'm not quite fitting in with their world view. They all seem to deal with the subject with a "don't ask, don't tell" type of attitude. Don't get me wrong, I love them all, every last one of them. It is just that sometimes I'm stuck outside their world looking in. And that really hurts. A lot. Anyways, I think I've talked your ear off for long enough, so I'll let you go for now. Take care.
