Yule, Assholes and Future Travel
Was such a long, long, looooong day.
Neither Renee nor I could get any real sleep the night before. Our space heater is good, it keeps the room nice and warm but it is an incredibly dry heat and sometimes that really bothers me (I'm sensitive to dry air as it is). After resting maybe two whole hours we crawled out of bed to go to Yule at the grove, got their literally just in time.
The ritual itself wasn't bad, the aggravation came more from the people who were there. Little Miss I Talk About Sex All the Gods Damned Time Because I'm So Desperate For People to Like Me showed up again after a long absence, long enough that I hoped to have seen the last of her. There was another crowd that show up every now and then, don't socialize with anyone else, the Moody one (who when she does talk just spouts out this ridiculous New Age shit that just so doesn't go with the demeanor she presents) made a cake and when I complimented her on it she stormed off without a word; fucking hell, I'm not particularly friendly either and even I'm not that much of a bitch, pull the stick out of your ass, okay?
Most unpleasant of all, the one that really wore both me and Renee down, is this guy whose girlfriend shows up somewhat regularly and he sometimes comes along. I'm assuming he's in his twenties, but he acts worse than a ten year old. Talks way too loud and has to interrupt every fucking conversation usually with something completely irrelevant. His favorite thing is You Might Be a Red Neck Pagan jokes that often as not end in incest and, much like the original Red Neck jokes, they are not even remotely funny. You're standing there talking to people about holiday plans or other problems you got going on and then suddenly he's interrupting you again, "Hey, um, you know you might be a red neck Pagan if your mother taught you the great rite, yuck yuck yuck."
Yeah ... that wasn't funny the first twenty times you said it and it ain't funny now. Now go play in the other room a little while, the grown ups are trying to talk.
I often interrupt conversation with random bits of smart ass, but I'm at least both amusing (so I'm told) and more importantly on topic, so that the conversation can continue, instead of it being completely derailed. You would think when no one is ever laughing at you, you would get it sooner or later.
So between Blockhead and no sleep, Renee and I felt like shit when we finally got home, having decided to skip the all night vigil due to inadvertently observing it the night before (slept like babies this time around). I don't know what it is about grove Yules, every year there has to be something. I missed it altogether the first year because it was held too close to Christmas and I had left the state, second year it was held the day after I got back from Christmas travel and I really need some down time to get my shit back together after something like that and when I didn't have it I ended up in bad head space. Now this. *eye roll*
Tuesday I'm off to visit the family. As I understand from everyone, I'll be heading into another winter wonderland since mother nature is not currently being kind to Massachusetts. Since my mother's house is in a tiny sliver of the state that missed the first massive snowstorm (she only got rain) I'll be dealing with less snow than if I was visiting anywhere else, but still. No, this is not good news as far as I'm concerned, I hate snow I've always hated snow and I make no holiday exceptions for snow.
Plus last year bad weather up North really fucked my traveling. The train was delayed more than an hour coming into Baltimore and several more hours were added on going through Connecticut (and Connecticut is fucking endless anyway). Of course that time the train was filled with kids that ran up and down the car, and a loud bubble head behind me that wouldn't get off the phone; what I overheard of her asinine conversation has become my default dialog when doing my much heralded valley girl impression (why yes, I actually do a valley girl impression, and a frighteningly good one at that, seriously it scares people). There was also a woman there with bruises on her knees that was moving up and down the car sitting next to people and telling them all about how her boyfriend abuses her, whining and going on and on in great detail until whoever she was talking to started getting uncomfortable and looking to be alone for a while, then she moved on to find sympathy elsewhere (because that's all that it was, please feel sorry for me); later on we could all hear her on the phone with this abusive boyfriend apologizing and begging him to take her back.
Some arguments with the family are already starting, including the annual presents one. What am I getting people, when I don't have any money and am spending a lot just to come and visit. For the record, my mother's arguments are not coming from greed or anything like that, she just has some very elaborate and specific ideas in regards to proper behavior, you give people presents at Christmas because that's just what you do, no excuses. Its yet another reason why I'm tempted to drop out of the Christmas hassle, and why I'm glad this will be my final trip home for probably several years and definitely the last holiday trip (also because they don't have room for me anymore, as it is I'm going to be holed up in a closet in the child's room, which I'm not happy about but its either that or sleep in the living room, but with my sleeping problems I need to have certain things a certain way in order to have a chance to get to sleep and one of those things is guaranteed privacy, I can't sleep in public areas).
I only need to get through three days without killing anyone. Once Renee shows up, then we're entertaining strangers and my mother's insanity will die down.
Neither Renee nor I could get any real sleep the night before. Our space heater is good, it keeps the room nice and warm but it is an incredibly dry heat and sometimes that really bothers me (I'm sensitive to dry air as it is). After resting maybe two whole hours we crawled out of bed to go to Yule at the grove, got their literally just in time.
The ritual itself wasn't bad, the aggravation came more from the people who were there. Little Miss I Talk About Sex All the Gods Damned Time Because I'm So Desperate For People to Like Me showed up again after a long absence, long enough that I hoped to have seen the last of her. There was another crowd that show up every now and then, don't socialize with anyone else, the Moody one (who when she does talk just spouts out this ridiculous New Age shit that just so doesn't go with the demeanor she presents) made a cake and when I complimented her on it she stormed off without a word; fucking hell, I'm not particularly friendly either and even I'm not that much of a bitch, pull the stick out of your ass, okay?
Most unpleasant of all, the one that really wore both me and Renee down, is this guy whose girlfriend shows up somewhat regularly and he sometimes comes along. I'm assuming he's in his twenties, but he acts worse than a ten year old. Talks way too loud and has to interrupt every fucking conversation usually with something completely irrelevant. His favorite thing is You Might Be a Red Neck Pagan jokes that often as not end in incest and, much like the original Red Neck jokes, they are not even remotely funny. You're standing there talking to people about holiday plans or other problems you got going on and then suddenly he's interrupting you again, "Hey, um, you know you might be a red neck Pagan if your mother taught you the great rite, yuck yuck yuck."
Yeah ... that wasn't funny the first twenty times you said it and it ain't funny now. Now go play in the other room a little while, the grown ups are trying to talk.
I often interrupt conversation with random bits of smart ass, but I'm at least both amusing (so I'm told) and more importantly on topic, so that the conversation can continue, instead of it being completely derailed. You would think when no one is ever laughing at you, you would get it sooner or later.
So between Blockhead and no sleep, Renee and I felt like shit when we finally got home, having decided to skip the all night vigil due to inadvertently observing it the night before (slept like babies this time around). I don't know what it is about grove Yules, every year there has to be something. I missed it altogether the first year because it was held too close to Christmas and I had left the state, second year it was held the day after I got back from Christmas travel and I really need some down time to get my shit back together after something like that and when I didn't have it I ended up in bad head space. Now this. *eye roll*
Tuesday I'm off to visit the family. As I understand from everyone, I'll be heading into another winter wonderland since mother nature is not currently being kind to Massachusetts. Since my mother's house is in a tiny sliver of the state that missed the first massive snowstorm (she only got rain) I'll be dealing with less snow than if I was visiting anywhere else, but still. No, this is not good news as far as I'm concerned, I hate snow I've always hated snow and I make no holiday exceptions for snow.
Plus last year bad weather up North really fucked my traveling. The train was delayed more than an hour coming into Baltimore and several more hours were added on going through Connecticut (and Connecticut is fucking endless anyway). Of course that time the train was filled with kids that ran up and down the car, and a loud bubble head behind me that wouldn't get off the phone; what I overheard of her asinine conversation has become my default dialog when doing my much heralded valley girl impression (why yes, I actually do a valley girl impression, and a frighteningly good one at that, seriously it scares people). There was also a woman there with bruises on her knees that was moving up and down the car sitting next to people and telling them all about how her boyfriend abuses her, whining and going on and on in great detail until whoever she was talking to started getting uncomfortable and looking to be alone for a while, then she moved on to find sympathy elsewhere (because that's all that it was, please feel sorry for me); later on we could all hear her on the phone with this abusive boyfriend apologizing and begging him to take her back.
Some arguments with the family are already starting, including the annual presents one. What am I getting people, when I don't have any money and am spending a lot just to come and visit. For the record, my mother's arguments are not coming from greed or anything like that, she just has some very elaborate and specific ideas in regards to proper behavior, you give people presents at Christmas because that's just what you do, no excuses. Its yet another reason why I'm tempted to drop out of the Christmas hassle, and why I'm glad this will be my final trip home for probably several years and definitely the last holiday trip (also because they don't have room for me anymore, as it is I'm going to be holed up in a closet in the child's room, which I'm not happy about but its either that or sleep in the living room, but with my sleeping problems I need to have certain things a certain way in order to have a chance to get to sleep and one of those things is guaranteed privacy, I can't sleep in public areas).
I only need to get through three days without killing anyone. Once Renee shows up, then we're entertaining strangers and my mother's insanity will die down.