Angry and Tired
I am angry and tired. Angry because I can't be superwoman. I can't go everywhere at once. There's so much to life and it makes me angry to miss it. I would feel the same if I were anywhere else. I'm also very tired. Everyone's calling me a party-pooper, but I don't care. They don't know what I'm going through or what I saw. If they knew, they wouldn't have such high expectations for me. My mind is still scattered. Though the pieces are coming back together. The energy consumed by maintaining a cheerful attitude is tiring. I've also come to the conclusion that Antoine's mom is a total narcissist. She would ask me: "How's your family? I was sorry to hear about your grandfather." I would start to talk about the whole thing, then she would promptly cut me off to tell me about her beautiful new home or hair or something else of little consequence about herself and her "beautiful" life. Beautiful is her favorite word. Not to mention the fact that she and Cappy, Antoine's sister, were picking out all of the fixtures for Cappy's new house. It was unbelievable. Cappy would see something that she really wanted for the new house, and the mom would promptly shoot her down. They would get into an arguement. The mom would throw a temper tantrum (no joke, with pouting and everything) and someone would walk out of the store. At one point, I cracked when they were going over the master bathroom. So-and-so wanted a stainless steel sink the other wanted a marble pedestal; arguement ensued. Naturally, I politely suggested that Cappy ditch bathrooms altogether and simply place a Honey Bucket in her backyard. I also promised to supplement said Honey Bucket with a stainless steel bucket that could function as a powder room/shower. Cappy laughed... the mom blew her stack. I was not-so-politely informed that I had poor interior decorating skills, but, in truth, I knew that I had impeccable comedic timing. It was all down-hill after that, because we started lighting. I thought that, since Cappy has cathedral ceilings, she should have wall mounted torches instead of recessed lighting. The aforementioned powder room/shower bucket could also function as a resin holder for the torches. I mean, who needs to bathe anyway? It would give the home a really nice, medieval feel. oh well... at least Cappy thought I was funny. Perhaps I went too far? Nah... not for all the crap I've received in the past. Vilija, you would have been proud of me, because, when it was all over, I immediately went out and got my second pedicure... ever. Moral of the story kids: don't be angry and hang out with other people, 'cause you might have poor interior decorating skills.