i hate old people
so, mrs roxana and dad get back from the house. we prolly are going to trash our fridge and freezer. it was a major stink today. so yeah, they get back, & i'm talking to dad, and i mention that i'm going to go for a walk in a little bit (it was dark, bc mel and la heat dont mix.) later, after dad and his wife leave, i'm on the computer in the dining room and maw-maw and paw-paw are in the livingroom watchign tv. mawmaw sharply says "she gonna go walk the streets at all hours of the night, when she stayed inthe house all day long!" ok, she's old and ignorant of my heart condition, still i was right there! whether or not she was aware, if it bugged her she could talk to me! and its not like she cares about my wellbeing, she wants to pass judgement on me and thats total crap.
thus, i hate old people. most of my hatred is due to the fact that i dont know how to deal with them, i think that theyare all senile and feable, and i dont plan to live past 60. i'll be surprised if i make it to 32 and a half. i blame my lack of knowledge of dealing with the elderly on the fact that i never had any sort of relationship with one. i have a step-grandfather who i learned about in 6th or 7th grade. i never liked him. (in truth, objectively, he doesnt deserve to be liked) and most of the people in my church are elderly but i think of them more as moving christian vinyl houseplants, which maybe once upon a day looked nice, but now are just a shell that isnt pratical and is removed from anything current. They are those huge piles of small town newspapers in public libraries, good for an occasional story on a certain aspect of the past, but by and large, they just sit there, yellowing and picking up dust until the time comes that they transformed in to the black and white of microfiche. Ah, may that transformation come quickly so that they stop taking up space!
thus, i hate old people. most of my hatred is due to the fact that i dont know how to deal with them, i think that theyare all senile and feable, and i dont plan to live past 60. i'll be surprised if i make it to 32 and a half. i blame my lack of knowledge of dealing with the elderly on the fact that i never had any sort of relationship with one. i have a step-grandfather who i learned about in 6th or 7th grade. i never liked him. (in truth, objectively, he doesnt deserve to be liked) and most of the people in my church are elderly but i think of them more as moving christian vinyl houseplants, which maybe once upon a day looked nice, but now are just a shell that isnt pratical and is removed from anything current. They are those huge piles of small town newspapers in public libraries, good for an occasional story on a certain aspect of the past, but by and large, they just sit there, yellowing and picking up dust until the time comes that they transformed in to the black and white of microfiche. Ah, may that transformation come quickly so that they stop taking up space!