Apr 17, 2005 16:30
Alright, first update. Up till now I simply haven't had anything to write about... but my mother is so messed up in the head I just couldn't resist the temptation. The scene: I’m sitting around playing a few rounds of *Battle Hunter in the living room when she walks through the door with the groceries-- I offer to help but she says it's no problem.... so I continue to drool at my 2-D escapism. While putting away the aforementioned groceries she notices that I have taken 1/4th of two loafs of garlic bread from the freezer and naturally in response to this heinous crime she maturely and rationally... freaks the fuck out and proceeds to rant on and on about how I’m like a four year old and how that bread was meant for actual meals. This woman-- while snarling and telling me to fuck myself-- makes the most evil demonic expression she is apparently capable of and summarizes why I’m the cause of everything stressful in her life. Though clearly my mother is-- in fact... totally looney... she does indeed have a lot of stress and for that she has my constant empathy and support (which I make known on a regular basis) of course that doesn't mean I’m actually going to acknowledge her pointless tantrums about bleepin' bread... nor does it mean she appreciates my efforts to help her in any shape or form. Perhaps in whatever crazy world she inhabits I should somehow feel guilty for having EATEN SOMETHING I WAS GOING TO EAT ANYWAY ONLY WITH SPAGHETTI... but... somehow I’m not, guess I’m just a bad person.
At any rate I’m sputtering a sigh and shaking my head while she keeps on bitchin' on... but she eventually becomes so annoying that I save my progress, turn the TV off and trudge back to my room. This is a cliché story for me as my mother pulls this kind of crap every other week... maybe I should eat ALL of the bread next time... I wonder what that would do to her fragile mind. She'd probably axe-murder me.
Let me tell you that I will truly be glad once I break out of this funny farm. I want to finish college, get a lame mediocre-paying job, and indulge in gaming solitude till I’m a bitter old geezer gumming my fruit snacks. I dare to dream... what can I say?
*Battle Hunter is an obscure strategy/rpg in which up to four players can create cyberpunk characters and compete to collect treasures and crap. Check out www.gamefaqs.com if you want to know more.
SO... for those of you who don't know... I’m Freddie-- sort of a new age hermit. I'm of respectable intelligence, modest means, pretty boy nerd appeal, and despite my most valiant attempts to cut myself off from the world of my suck-ass peers... I always fail... and it's almost always funny. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading what I have to say about life/philosophy and if not that at least I’ll get a cheap laugh from you whining about it. Updates are currently scheduled for sporadic.