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ah, nostalgia
Dec. 14th, 2006 04:27 pmthere's nothing like dealing with my family around the holidays to make me want to stab myself in the eye.
i just called my mother out of the goodness of my heart, only to have her yell at me for not calling while she was in the hospital getting a pacemaker installed. i told her i had no idea she'd been in the hospital. she said my brother told me. i said, "not only did he not tell me, he hasn't answered my calls or emails since i got to Austin." she tells me he says i'm not answering his calls and emails. he told her he thinks i don't want anything to do with either of them.
mind you, he's still updating his MySpace page, and i know he got the message i sent him via it, but he never friended me back. Dixon did, and even sent me a nice response when i finally sent him an mp3 of that song i wrote for Marti 15 years ago now. Marti even friended me back, and i only really ever spoke to her once to be introduced.
my own brother, on the other hand?
"well," says my mother. "you have a very merry christmas and a happy new year." in her Company Voice. i've gotten the Company Voice from her ever since i moved out. you know the one: deadly fake and ultra-condescending, occasionally whiny if she thinks the climate is good for sympathy or recriminations.
and because i am the person i am, i didn't reply, "sorry, mom, you ruined those things for me 20 years ago, remember?"
instead, i just said, "you, too, mom. and good luck with your doctor's appointment tomorrow."
but let me tell you, i'd better be reincarnated as something really goddamned spectacular in the next life, because i have paid my fucking dues, baby. karma owes me.
i just called my mother out of the goodness of my heart, only to have her yell at me for not calling while she was in the hospital getting a pacemaker installed. i told her i had no idea she'd been in the hospital. she said my brother told me. i said, "not only did he not tell me, he hasn't answered my calls or emails since i got to Austin." she tells me he says i'm not answering his calls and emails. he told her he thinks i don't want anything to do with either of them.
mind you, he's still updating his MySpace page, and i know he got the message i sent him via it, but he never friended me back. Dixon did, and even sent me a nice response when i finally sent him an mp3 of that song i wrote for Marti 15 years ago now. Marti even friended me back, and i only really ever spoke to her once to be introduced.
my own brother, on the other hand?
"well," says my mother. "you have a very merry christmas and a happy new year." in her Company Voice. i've gotten the Company Voice from her ever since i moved out. you know the one: deadly fake and ultra-condescending, occasionally whiny if she thinks the climate is good for sympathy or recriminations.
and because i am the person i am, i didn't reply, "sorry, mom, you ruined those things for me 20 years ago, remember?"
instead, i just said, "you, too, mom. and good luck with your doctor's appointment tomorrow."
but let me tell you, i'd better be reincarnated as something really goddamned spectacular in the next life, because i have paid my fucking dues, baby. karma owes me.
