I'm walking in my own footsteps, once again
Every once in a while I get a nostalgic feeling towards life... let it be a song, a phrase, a certain scene of a movie or even a smell, can bring me back fond memories. The weird thing is, I'm not sure they're memories of the past; it's more like promises of things to come. It's difficult to explain, but I just wanted to let that for the record.
I knew I would stop writing for a while, that was inevitable as I am not at all constant about anything in my life. But many things have happened during this period of time. A friend of mine cut her hand while cooking. It's silly really, because of how she did it. It turns out she was trying to get the seed out of an avocado with a big sharpy knife and it slipped. Funny how everyone seems to have their proper method to do such procedure, and they all want to add their two cents for her, which I'm sure annoyed the hell out of her. But she's better now, wound heal and hand moving.
My gramps has been having some thoughts about moving my grandmother's dead body over to some other place, I think they don't really like it where she is now. I've always refused to go and visit her grave...I don't even go to my dad's. So my mother and I were discussing the moving thing over lunch, and she pointed out the inconvenience of having to go to two graveyards in one day, which is what my granddad does: very early on every Sunday morning he goes and visits his mother's grave, and then he gets to lunch at home, and afterwards goes on to visit his wife. Mum likes to go and visit her mother whenever she gets the chance, as well as my dad, which makes me feel more miserable for I blurted out 'What's the point of going there if they're already dead?' And it's true. I rather have people visit me and talk to me while I'm alive. I don't see the point of waiting until you're dead to give big heartfelt confessions to a fucking grave. It pisses me off how much more my mother goes to my dad that she did in life. And, at first, when I said I didn't want to go, I felt a little bit of recrimination from her part; later she came to respect my decision. But now I think she sees more clearly where I stand, but it pains me that I might have hurt her feelings in the process.
I knew I would stop writing for a while, that was inevitable as I am not at all constant about anything in my life. But many things have happened during this period of time. A friend of mine cut her hand while cooking. It's silly really, because of how she did it. It turns out she was trying to get the seed out of an avocado with a big sharpy knife and it slipped. Funny how everyone seems to have their proper method to do such procedure, and they all want to add their two cents for her, which I'm sure annoyed the hell out of her. But she's better now, wound heal and hand moving.
My gramps has been having some thoughts about moving my grandmother's dead body over to some other place, I think they don't really like it where she is now. I've always refused to go and visit her grave...I don't even go to my dad's. So my mother and I were discussing the moving thing over lunch, and she pointed out the inconvenience of having to go to two graveyards in one day, which is what my granddad does: very early on every Sunday morning he goes and visits his mother's grave, and then he gets to lunch at home, and afterwards goes on to visit his wife. Mum likes to go and visit her mother whenever she gets the chance, as well as my dad, which makes me feel more miserable for I blurted out 'What's the point of going there if they're already dead?' And it's true. I rather have people visit me and talk to me while I'm alive. I don't see the point of waiting until you're dead to give big heartfelt confessions to a fucking grave. It pisses me off how much more my mother goes to my dad that she did in life. And, at first, when I said I didn't want to go, I felt a little bit of recrimination from her part; later she came to respect my decision. But now I think she sees more clearly where I stand, but it pains me that I might have hurt her feelings in the process.