I hate Washington.
I just want to go home. I wish I'd just stayed in Portland, and changed my flight. It'd be worth it for just 100 dollars.
Here I am, in the middle of nowhere in Washington state, seeing my grandpa possibly for the last time, and its wearing on me. Not only is the entire concept of being here overwhelming and depressing, but everyone in my family is either mad at each other, grumpy or overly sensitive.
For example, I just bought a Frank Sinatra album (while I was in Portland) that I'd been hoping to find for quite some time. I hadn't really had alple time to enjoy it thus far (except a few songs that I'd purchased the CD for). I thought this morning would be as good a time as any to relax and listen to a few songs. I put the CD in. Of course, the first track is "It was a very good year." After a few moments of the song playing, my dad comes in and yells at me. I say, "What? You don't like this song?"
"No," he huffs.
"Why not?!" I ask, still confused.
"Don't play a song about dying while grandpa has cancer and is dying!!"
So, of course, I feel like an ass. I was just trying to enjoy the late morning. Its not like the song is broadcasting its meaning. I've heard it only a handful of times, and it is the first track on the album. I really don't want to talk to anyone. Thank God that I'm getting the fuck out of here tomorrow! Thank God!
Here I am, in the middle of nowhere in Washington state, seeing my grandpa possibly for the last time, and its wearing on me. Not only is the entire concept of being here overwhelming and depressing, but everyone in my family is either mad at each other, grumpy or overly sensitive.
For example, I just bought a Frank Sinatra album (while I was in Portland) that I'd been hoping to find for quite some time. I hadn't really had alple time to enjoy it thus far (except a few songs that I'd purchased the CD for). I thought this morning would be as good a time as any to relax and listen to a few songs. I put the CD in. Of course, the first track is "It was a very good year." After a few moments of the song playing, my dad comes in and yells at me. I say, "What? You don't like this song?"
"No," he huffs.
"Why not?!" I ask, still confused.
"Don't play a song about dying while grandpa has cancer and is dying!!"
So, of course, I feel like an ass. I was just trying to enjoy the late morning. Its not like the song is broadcasting its meaning. I've heard it only a handful of times, and it is the first track on the album. I really don't want to talk to anyone. Thank God that I'm getting the fuck out of here tomorrow! Thank God!